Inspiration

ESTHER B. MC LAUGHLIN

In deep and somber fastness of a wood
A silent golden cataract of light
O'er crags of green and yellow foliage leaps,
Nor bends its radiant course
Till in the troubled mirror of a pool
Its molten splashes far across the ferns
Wake glimm'ring light,
Like diamond dew amid the maidenhair.

So oft into the darkened human thought
Divine Truth pours its gracious healing flood
Of sudden understanding men call sight
Into the tangled mass
Of false beliefs, whose seeming depths
Are searched, and so of mystery robbed.
Then Spirit's sense
Has faith serene and hope that shineth bright.