Poem October 8, 1927 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Victory

LAURA L. O'HOTSKI

We lift our thought to Thee on high;
Father, we know that Thou art nigh—
Thou never wilt forsake.
Quiet our mortal sense of life,
With all its sorrow, pain, and strife.
Come as the light of Truth and shine,
Showing to us Thy love divine,
And bidding us awake!

Gone is the dark! There is no night!
Our thought is filled with vision bright
Of Life, of Truth, of Love.
So tenderly Thou watch dost keep,
Like as a shepherd o'er his sheep;
Since Thou art here there 's naught to fear.
Though oft destruction seemeth near,
We trust in Thee alone.

Oh! Let our songs of praise ne'er cease!
The Father's gift—eternal peace—
To His beloved son,
No cloud can hide; no storm destroy
Man's birthright—freedom, health, and joy!
Rejoicing now, we rest serene,
Knowing that Thou, Lord, reign'st supreme,
And victory is won!

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