A tired one stands alone upon life's shore,
As having reached a weary journey's end.
Behind, beside him, even as before,
The seeming powers of evil still contend;
But as he turns his face unto the light
And with its perfect radiance is crowned,
He knows himself full-armored for the fight,
And well prepared all error to confound.
With strength renewed, as that of ardent youth,
The crown of high achievement on his brow,
He wields with steady hand the sword of Truth,
Nor fears the outcome of the battle now.
With high-uplifted thought, he thus does stand,
And knows that Love's protection is at hand.
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
UNDERSTANDING
From the November 1924 issue of The Christian Science Journal