[Written for the Sentinel]

Alone, Yet Not Alone

Have friends forsaken thee? and do thy days
Drag wearily along? Think not
That Love thy yearnings hath forgot.
Look up to God and voice to Him thy praise;
Scorn not thy humble lot.

Contentment shall be thine the very day
When thou hast learned to seek Truth's own,
And, into broader freedom thrown,
Canst tread with joy the perfect way
Alone, yet not alone.

A mighty Presence, greater far than all
That human kinship can supply,
Surrounds thee even now. Then why
Look down? However dark the way,
Heed not the baneful lie;

For he who trod Judea's hills looked up
To God and prayed, with tongue unknown
To those whose hearts had turned to stone.
Canst thou not share with him the needful cup
Alone, yet not alone?

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September 6, 1919

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