Poem August 22, 1936 Issue

Demonstration

FRANCES HILDA SHERLOCK

I will not fear, nor cease my upward climb,
Because some pilgrim toiling on ahead
Has slipped and fallen by the way again,
And weeps, despondent of the road we tread.

For clear I see, in Truth's revealing light,
His fears are but the thoughts of mortal mind,
As substanceless as dreams born of the night.
If I heed them, the blind but leads the blind.

Serene I stand, with love his fears dispel,
Prove all his doubts but stones that bar the way;
His weary tears of disappointed self
The shrouding mists that hide God's perfect day.

We tread the royal road of Truth and Love;
Who walks therein shall find his burdens fall.
Our joyous upward steps more clearly prove
Our unity with God, the All-in-all.

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