Poem June 4, 1938 Issue

Guidance

CECIL CAPPS

Lost in the wild was I.
And it was night—
Cold, dark. There was no moon,
Nor were there stars to light the sky.
Sad was my plight.

I thought, "I must turn back."
But then Truth cried,
"Stand where thou art, my child!
Be not afraid!
What dost thou lack?
I am thy guide."

Obediently I stood,
Waiting to hear
Truth's voice again—the next command,
Knowing no other power but good;
Knowing no fear.

And, as I waited there
For light of day,
Suddenly all was bright;
The morning sun burst forth so fair;
I found my way.

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