Poem September 26, 1936 Issue

Rest

MILDRED H. DOYLE

Thou weary one within the wilderness,
Seeking for rest in some far-distant home,
Stand still! lift up thine eyes! for Love is here—
There is no longer need that thou shouldst roam.

The man whom God has made is dwelling now
In consciousness of sweet security;
In peace of mind, within the Father's house—
The house He hath prepared for you and me.

The mortal sense that wandered to and fro,
Discouraged and bedraggled and afraid,
Was but a dream, and waking thou dost find
A self intact, the self that Love has made.

Lift up thy voice in song of gratitude
That unavailing tears are wiped away.
Give Him the praise, who hath created all,
Who dwelleth in the light of endless day.

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