Power

RUTH MARIE DILLON

How often in the quiet night,
When sleep has fled and shadows fall,
Love's angels guard with strength and might,
Revealing Truth as over all;
And morning sunshine, clear and bright,
Finds us rejoicing in the right.

How often, too, in day's long hours,
When shades of gloom would intervene,
Turning to Truth we find the flowers
Of holy purpose, all unseen
By mortal eyes, and doubt and fear
Vanish from thought, for Love is here.

Forever clad in panoply
Of Truth and Life and Love, we know
That we shall gain the victory,
And rise triumphant o'er each foe
Of erring sense, until we prove
That naught exists but perfect Love.