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Poem November 24, 1928 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Victory

MABEL CONE BUSHNELL

My Father comes and speaks to me
Tenderly, gently, pleadingly.
He speaks the will of good, of peace,
Of self-will conquered—sweet release
From mortal sense which holds in thrall.
The "still small voice," o'ershadowing all,
Brings freedom, and the Father's plan
Unfolds in thought the perfect man.

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