Poem October 27, 1928 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Haven

SYDNEY KING RUSSELL

The quiet thought that once has truly known
The touch of comradeship with things divine
May be no more by winds of error blown
From shore to shore. The silver portals shine
Clear through the mist to guide the anxious heart,
The bells of heaven ring out protectingly;
Who listens, walks a wondrous way apart
In "light that never was," on land or sea.
The gentle voice that calls the pilgrim home
Holds all compassion, pure and undefiled;
No other guide, howe'er the traveler roam,
Howe'er he be by sorcery beguiled,
Shall lead him safe to the all-knowing breast,
Where he may eternal love, and rest.

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