Poem June 1, 1912 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THY PEACE

ALICE CORNELIA BARTOW.

Truth's morning light has dawned for mel
All night I labored in the dark,
While wild and tempest-tossed the sea,
And waves engulfed my fragile bark.

My pilot seemed to be asleep,
While I alone the conflict bore,
And wilder, rougher lashed the deep,
And drove us farther from the shore.

In agony I cried, O wake!
Lord, help! we perish ! save, O save !
In majesty Christ rose, and spake;
His "Peace, be still," rebuked the wave.

The winds were hushed, and o'er the sea
A great calm fell. And on my heart
A peace serene, a joy that Love would be
My pilot, helmsman, Truth my sailing chart.

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