Poem March 6, 1920 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Comforter

AMBROSE W. HAYTER

There is a peace that passeth understanding;
There is a Love that healeth all our fears;
There is a joy that's far above, transcending
The dreams and hopes of all our mortal years.

There is a living way for grief's redeeming;
There is a Life that quickens us anew,
And bids us hope, and lifts above the seeming
Shadows of the past and present view.

Now these are yours and mine, dear friend and brother;
We've suffered maybe in the selfsame strife.
Then lift your eyes; the Comforter's none other
Than Love who speaks: I am the Truth, the Life.

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