Poem August 24, 1912 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel.]

CAUSE FOR COURAGE

GRACE ROBERTA WASSON.

To do, to dare, to brave convention's scorn;Achieving, where the coward dare not tread;Rising as fearless as the light each morn;Attempting that which recreant heart would dread.Succeeding, where the fearful dare not go;Persisting, undiscouraged by defeat;In seeming tumult calm, because to knowThat God made no provision for retreatMeans courage to the one who understands.This, then, is what our glorious faith imparts:To know that God doth govern, and His plansInclude no error, reassures our hearts.Trusting, we know no evil will befall,Though seeming discords surge on every hand.What cause is there for fear, when one can callOn God, whom we now know and understand?

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