Poem March 11, 1933 Issue

Serenity

ANNA EMANUEL WILLIAMS

Would error nullify the good,
Unfolding now before our sight?
'Tis but as clouds across the sun
That, passing, veil awhile its light.

Would error urge there is no peace;
That all our work is done in vain?
'Tis but as dust on leaf and bud
That vanishes with falling rain.

Nor cloud, nor dust of mortal thought,
Can make our newborn vision dim;
For all may stand serene and firm
Who watch and wait and work with Him.

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