Poem March 9, 1912 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE UPWARD PATH

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

Come , weary traveler, rest a moment here:
That which thou vainly seekest now is near;
Not by yon earthly path thy hope is found,
Nor in earth's gloomy vale shall peace abound.

'Tis fear hides Love's sweet treasures from thine eyes,—
Conceals the beaming sun and azure skies;
Unclose thy heart, and let Truth's winds today
Blow all this darkening mist of earth away.

Doubt not! Behold! Unnumbered hearts proclaim
Salvation won in Truth's almighty name!
Come to this refuge—Love's unfailing care;
Drop all thy burdens,—seek thy shelter there.

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