Poem March 11, 1911 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

LOVE

CHARLES JOHNSON.

In error's darkness, not a ray of light;
I stumbled on and knew not where to go,
While phantom forms of fear's unholy show
Pursued and harassed me upon my flight:
Thou, Love, wast there, and not with earthly might
Destroyed these terrors—bade me stop and know
Thyself and Thine. I saw, and came the glow
Of heav'nly peace that stilled the fears of night.
At first, an angel whispering in my ear
It seemed to be; I turned, and thought to see
A loving face that spoke this kindly cheer
And stilled the tumult: knew not then 'twas Thee—
Love, tender, merciful, forever near—
That soothed my fears and gave sweet rest to me.

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