Inspiration

LILLIE MARY CARTER

It comes to me on singing winds
Across the shining, eager sea:
It speaks of Truth's omnipotence,
Of Love and immortality.
I hear its voice in whispering pines;
In softly murmuring, crystal streams;
It is Love's call to wakening thought
To put away earth's futile dreams.

Where'er I turn, His voice is heard,
In distant star—by tiny flower;
And holding close this mighty thought,
I cannot stray beyond His power.