Poem February 27, 1926 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Confidence

RUTH BURLINGTON PURDY

I know not when my path may lead
To joy serene, where sunbeams stray;
I know but this—my every need
Will be supplied along the way.

I know not when my thought may feed
The multitude, the hungry heart;
But this I know—that Truth, not creed,
Shall satisfy, and peace impart.

I know not when the Horeb height
Of Love, of Spirit, I shall win;
I know but this—God's kingdom bright
Is now, forever here, within.

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