Poem March 16, 1918 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

"The night watches"

MABEL HYDE

"God my maker, who giveth songs in the night."—Job 35:10.

How shall my heart sing songs in the night watches?
When ills of sense conspire to banish sleep,
When brooding cares rise mountains high,
And doubts seem oceans deep;
How shall my heart sing songs?

When fear, that hydra-headed phantom, creeping
In subtle guise its seeds of ill to sow,
Seeks to enthrone and vaunt itself,
And image thoughts of woe,
How shall my heart sing songs!

Since in the tender strength of Love's revealing,
Rough places on earth's journey are made plain,
And healing touch of His sweet peace
Wipes out all sense of pain,
So should my heart sing songs!

When in the tangled skein of mortal living
I can perceive Love's golden threads alight,
And how in God's all-presence pure
No darkness is, nor night,
Then shall my heart sing songs!

As with each conscious thought I feel the glory
Of Truth's great, flaming torch about my way,
So through night watches, passing on
Unto the perfect day,
Gladly my heart sings songs!

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