Hope

FREDERICK STARR CAMPBELL

The steadfast anchor holds your ship, wind-swept,
Wave-tossed, unswerved from its appointed place
Through the long tempest's night, till welcome morn
Breaks on the untroubled sea. So rest, my heart,
From raging mortal mind's assaults, safe-kept
By hope, of Christly understanding born,
Entering within the veil of human sense;
Fixing thy gaze on life's predestined goal,
Till dawns upon thy sight the glowing face
Of God's eternal day.

Thus steadfast, aye, girt by omnipotence,
'Mid gales of darkling fear and passion wild,
Thou ridest, strong in patient confidence,
O'er waves of mortal sense;
Mounting but higher at each gust of ill,
In faithfulness sublime, God-given, until
Loud-screaming error's boasted pow'r be spent;
Proved counterfeit at each attack; a child
Of nothingness; illusion impotent;
And matter's lying veil in twain be rent.
So peace divine reigns o'er the waveless sea
Of Love, as from sin's dream thou wakest free
From storms and stress. Now doth the kindly sun
Of righteousness, full-orbed, rejoice thy sight
With healing beams; for the long night is done,
And Life, Truth, Love, shine on thy way with light
Undimmed. Banished the lies that simulate
Reality. Vanished each earthborn state
Of thought. Truth's heritage of good is thine,
E'en to the end. Hope's goal, life's ultimate
Supreme, attained at last.

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