Poem December 13, 1913 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

A Reading from Nature

WARWICK JAMES PRICE

Drifting in from the moaning sea,
Over the beach and the tide-pooled lea,
The gray fog shuts down drearily
On all my world;
Till the outer bar is a distant sound,
And the children's tent but a misty mound,
And the trees dim sentries set around,
Their standards furled.

Yet once the sun shall his sword-rays wield,
All things that old ocean's wraith concealed
Will reappear, as the haze veils yield;
I know this true.
How plain the lesson they taught me then:
That the mist-bred troubles befogging men
Shall fade into empty nothings when
Truth's light breaks through.

Enjoy 1 free Sentinel article or audio program each month, including content from 1898 to today.

Send a comment to the editors
NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
It is perhaps a pity that "A Christadelphian" has written...
December 13, 1913
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit