Poem March 8, 1913 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

FAITH

CHARLES C. SANDELIN.

No faith is living faith indeed
That from earth's fetters is not freed;
A faith that builds on moving sand,
Thereon Truth's temple cannot stand!
Faith in the things the senses know,
Faith in this world's deceitful show,
Such faith no mountains can remove,
And never may Truth's power prove.

But faith that scorns what eye doth see,
That ear or touch declare to be,
And knows the hidden things of God,
That hidden are by error's clod,
Such faith is knowledge. Like the sun,
Whose beams the shadows quickly shun,
When on each falsehood it is shed,
The darkness fades, 'tis light instead.
Such faith ascends to heaven's height
And bringeth day for darkest night;
Reveals the beams of Love divine
That tenderly o'er all doth shine,
And comforteth each living thing,
In sorrow makes the heart to sing.

Such faith is constant, ne'er deceived
By mortal concepts long believed,
And in the wide creation knows
All God hath made with goodness glows.
Aye, 'tis a ladder,—Jacob's dream,—
And to thy heart heaven's tender beam
Descends to strengthen and to heal,
And through it thou Truth's touch may feel.

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