Poem November 1, 1913 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Love

LUCY NICHOLSON

Across the gulf of human limitation
Love reaches out!
Across the seething waves of desolation
And arid wastes of doubt
Love's mighty hands stretch ever,
Spanning gulf, desert, river!
And our poor groping fingers find and hold
Hands, strong and kind, and, following where
they lead,
Out of the earth-mists cold,
Find heaven indeed!

No seas too deep, no desert-wastes too pathless
For Love to reach!
With all earth's hosts against us, Love, still
scatheless,
Can meet, and conquer each!
Oh, how, then, be despairing,
Hurt, hopeless, or uncaring?
If we but push the clinging mist aside
And face, unfaltering, the ghosts of fear,
We find, with arms held wide,
Love, now and here!

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