Assurance

ELENORA E. PIKE

There is no unbelief. The humble clod
That bears a slender blade, or floweret fair,
Points upward unto God.

Each joyous song that greets the glowing dawn,
Awakens thought to hope of joys untold,
As Truth and Love unfold.

There is no unbelief. Each single star
That shines amid the hosts of heaven's blue,
But lights our faith anew.

And when full understanding brings relief
From every phase of ill, all doubt is still—
There is no unbelief.

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