[Written for the Sentinel]


Wondrous the might of God! Held in the grasp
Of omnipresent Mind the worlds remain.
And in Love's tender, all-embracing clasp
The bruised heart may lose its sin and pain.

The mountain crags poise in their strength sublime;
The frailest floweret sways all unafraid;
Man, beast, and bird reflect the Life divine,
Who saw that all was good that He had made.

Shall I then fear? If God is mine, and All,
Nothing remains His children to affright.
"Be still, and know"—and on the ear shall fall
The voice that earliest spake, and there was light.

February 15, 1919

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