Poem January 2, 1915 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Understanding

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

O thou that seemest tossed by wind and wave
On error's threatening sea, nor succor near
To lift thine anxious thought, o'erwhelmed with fear,
And from the tempest in thine own heart save!
Could thou but know thou art indeed no slave,
Nor error real and potent; could appear
Unto thy consciousness Truth's wondrous cheer,
Unvanquished by aught evil, e'en the grave,—

Thou would no more in moping sorrow go,
But scorn the dream of sense; thou would ascend
Far o'er the murky mist of mortal show,
And there, secure, Truth's fulness comprehend;
Nor e'er again a pain or sorrow know,
For joy alone doth Love forever send.

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