Poem January 27, 1912 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE DAUNTLESS HEART

ISABELLE W. PEMBROOK.

Deep in my consciousness I feel a pulse
Of energy undying.
That beats in ceaseless rhythm to the law of Life,
And bids me up in arms to meet the strife,
While from my inmost heart of hearts there comes
A strong replying.

I would not sluggish be, but forward move
Along my path;
And joyfully I'd enter in upon the strife
To do a valiant battle on the field of life,
Till I might know, at last, that full reward
Obedience hath.

"To him that overcometh," Truth has said;
A watchword fit!
No idle dreamers they who gain the height,
But those who conquer wrong and win the right,
While for reward upon their Lord's right hand
In heaven they sit.

So would I keep unswervingly the great command:
No gods but Thee;
True to the pulse of Truth that beats within,
Strong in the power of Love that conquers sin;
Nor lay my armor down till I shall win
The victory!

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