Poem August 18, 1917 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Love's with Thee

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

In error's night, o'ercast with fear,
When tossed on earth's tempestuous sea,
When seemed no hope of succor near—
A voice said gently, Love's with thee!

I felt Love's healing touch, and lo!
The darkness fled, calm was the sea,
And, filled with wondrous bliss, did know
'Twas true—this message—Love's with thee!

O wanderer on this mortal sphere,
Though lone thy lot may seem to be,
Pause and Truth's sweet assurance hear:
Thou art Love's child and Love's with thee!

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