Poem November 6, 1943 Issue

Passage

J. ARTHUR R. STEVENSON

Eager , yet hesitant, I took my way
From false theology's eventless strand,
And set my sail towards a promised land
Where, I discerned, there was perpetual day.
Has metaphysics torn the clouds away?
Has practice proved how far I understand
That God leads me at all times by the hand,
Ever guide and friend, my guard, my stay?
Then, howling hurricanes have not oppressed;
Shipwreck occasioned but to know His care;
Between the seas, or buoyant on their crest,
I knew and felt God's presence with me there:
I have no other than the perfect Mind
To lead me on and leave these ills behind.