Poem July 20, 1912 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

UNFAILING LIGHT

LAURA GERAHTY.

Out in the west I'd watched the red sun setting,
And fancied day was dying—light had fled.
My heart beat sadly, all the past regretting,
And only darkness brooded o'er my head.

The morn had been. The passing eve, how dreary!
And filled with fears the harbingers of night.
Bright noon was past, and oh, my life was weary
With disappointed plans and hopeless fight!

I turned to rest, in prayer, and not in slumber,
And closed my aching eyelids to the gloom,
While angel visitants in countless number
Unbound my fettered thought and filled the room.

Then from the casement every fold was shattered
Which hung between my thought-home and the night.
What need to fear it? Of the past, what mattered?
When, lo, the dawn-mists and the creeping light!

O heart that tremblest lest the way grow dimmer,
And know'st not Truth, our all-sufficient light,
Tear down the curtains of thy fear,—one glimmer
Of new-born day will vanquish all thy night.

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