[Written for the Sentinel]

"A beam in darkness"

Fan bright the spark of holy flame
That in the dark so gemlike gleams,
Dispelling with its tiny beams
All thoughts that bring the gloom of shame.

Fan gently with Thy breath, O Love,
Until this spark more strongly glows,
Like rising sun that overflows
The edges of the world above.

And as the night's wan, ashen gray
Recedes before the flooding sun,
So may all ghostly doubtings run
Before the gleam that shows the Way;

So glow that spark of heavenly Light
On peaks of duties sadly done,
That beacon braziers like the sun
May guide and cheer men through their night;

That they reflectors too may be
Of Thee, Thou sun of all Thy rays,
To sing Thine everlasting praise,
And shine like altar lights to Thee.

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Signs of the Times
August 10, 1929

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