[Written for the Sentinel]

The Guiding Light

Oh, let not seeming lure us
To leave the charted way;
Let wisdom still adjure us
With precepts day by day.
Though darkness lie before us,
Our guiding light is nigh;
Hold fast,—it flashes o'er us
And brightens earth and sky.

Let not the din and clamor
Of that which seems to be,—
False pleasure's costly glamour,—
Obscure reality.
In Mind we have our being,
In Mind our sure defense.
Rejoicing, hearing, seeing,
We lose the mortal sense.

Oh, let the perfect ever
Rule in our thought alone;
Let human discord never
Obscure Love's purer tone.
The path we walk unfearing,
By faith and not by sight,—
Love's wisdom guiding, cheering,—
Grows brighter and more bright.

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June 5, 1915

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