Poem January 24, 1914 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

"As the waters cover the sea"

FRANCIS E. FALKENBURY

The other night, while swimming in the seaAmid a flame of phosphorescent light,I turned face upward, through the lovely night,To that great symbol of infinity,—

The sky's wide mead, a-flower with all the stars,That threw to me their golden gleaming bars,All about me was a soft and stealing sound,The voices of the sea that lapped me round;All across my sense there softly blewA gentle wind that stirred the waters too,A mild mysterious harp that seemed to bePlaying the chant sung on the crystal sea,And in the wondrous calm and holy spaceI seemed to see my Father face to face.The finite for a moment ceased to be,And God and His idea, all to me.

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