[Written for the Sentinel]


Beneath a weary burden bending low—
A burden seeming more than men can bear,
Of sin and grief and earth's unending woe—
Bowed by its heavy weight of ceaseless care,
Upon the shore of earth's deep, troubled sea,
A mortal sinks in silent misery.

But as in deepest penitence he bends,
In this dark hour which just precedes the morn,
A ray of Truth his waking thought attends,
And unto him again the Christ is born:
The promise of salvation is for them
Who, of his garment, e'en may touch the hem.

And now the radiance of a risen day
Upon uplifted thought its glory sends;
For doubt and fear and death are passed away,
While Love is All-in-all, and darkness ends:
The garment of his righteousness is worn
By those who, for that Love, his cross have borne.

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Signs of the Times
June 8, 1929

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