[Written for the Sentinel]


When day grows dark, I look to Thee,And in the very placeWhere deepest shadows seemed to beI see Thee face to face;Since Thou art Life, Thou fillest space.Where could the darkness stay?Its claim destroyed, it leaves no traceTo dim Thy perfect day.

And when I fear, I turn to Thee,And Io, I hear Thy voiceSpeaking to me so tenderly:Be not afraid! Rejoice!Since Thou art Love, Thou fillest space,Fear cannot talk to me;And knowing that it has no place,I rest secure in Thee.

August 27, 1927

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