[Written for the Sentinel]

The Comforter

Cease thy repining, O my heart!"Be still, for I am here,"—The voice of Christ yet echoingRebukes the selfish tear.God's presence doth enfold us all,And Love no sorrow knows,For from that Word of life revealedThe stream of healing flows.

Then hush the cry disconsolate:Nor time, nor space, nor lossCan e'er God's children separate,But from our love the drossOf self is purged in Truth's pure light;The Father holds us in His care,The while He sees His children all—Sees all both "here" and "there."

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