Poem July 7, 1917 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Comforter

EUGENIA M. FOSBERY

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

Then hush the cry disconsolate:
Nor time, nor space, nor loss
Can e'er God's children separate,
But from our love the dross
Of 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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