Poem June 10, 1916 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

"It doth not yet appear"

FRANCES A. HALDANCE

It doth not yet appear how much of glory
May grace the dawning of another day;
How fair the earth may glisten in the sunbeams
When once the storms of error roll away.

It doth not yet appear how much of beauty
May bud and blossom in the wilderness,
Nor where are cooling springs of hidden waters
To give refreshment from the journey's stress.

Nor doth it yet appear how much of wisdom
God on the humble suppliant will bestow;
How much of radiant love and tender mercy
In some sad heart may swiftly flash and glow.

Faith holds its vigil through the darkness,
Hope sings of happiness to be,
Love ever keeps the open vision
To greet God's perfect day of liberty.

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