In a nightmare of unrest,
I battled with the wave,
Mortal mind was tempest-toss'd,
No beacon light to save.
Friends yearned to "lend a hand,"
But murmured in my ear,—
"We too are wreck'd, can see no land,
We are submerged in Fear."
But "God is Love!" I cried,—
"There shall be no more sea!"
That storm did suddenly subside,
Truth made the error flee.
To consciousness I woke,
Of Life as All-in-all,—
I felt the joy of the fisher folk
Who heard the Master's call.
Before my eyes there lay,
The "Way" I long had sought,
The Science of the "perfect day"
Through Love-illumined thought.
