[Written for the Sentinel]


Above the storms of passionAnd murmurs of self-will,The voice of Truth still whispersThe message, Peace, be still;And through the night of sorrowUpon life's restless sea,Love calms the waves of error,In silent victory.

E'en in the drowning shadowsTruth's power still is nighTo banish every darknessAnd lift us up on high,Until we reach in safetyThe haven of our peace,Where all earth's troubled anguishShall find a sure surcease.

November 15, 1919

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