Poems

While yet I tabernacle here with men, Oh, let me know the precious Christly touch Of him who walked in Galilee. If then I chance to see love needed very much, I shall have sources inexhaustible Of healing joy and power from which to draw.

O harried mortal, look to Love and find The secret place where, earthly clamor stilled, True peace abides. No arrogance can jar, Nor sensuous thought disturb, what God has willed.

I sat with folded hands and prayed to know Some duty to perform, some task to do. The answer came in accents sweet and low: "The fields are white, the harvesters are few; Arise, go forth, and heal the sick, the blind.

Along deserted streets, narrow and dim, A man named Nicodemus came—by night. With questions in his heart that troubled him, He sought the one who said, "I am the light.

Here I am in my corner, he said. The world Has passed me by—and I, with pleasure, the world.

It came like touch of angels' wings— the love expressed to me— like sun's rays kissing folded bud to set its petals free. It lighted shadowed earthly paths as dawn turns night to day.

The dream is ending, and the sophistry Of sin is now a sinking galleon crushed Against Truth's towering cliffs of purity. Death's wild lament of sadness shall be hushed Tonight, for Christ is calling home the lost And lonely ones.

Love's scientific ultimatum stands, Throughout the earth its silent summons heard. All thought is hallowed by its pure demands; The sick confirm by health its healing Word.

What doest thou? We called a willing halt To find the answer which would make this clear. So much hard work was done, and yet some fault Still marred the project with intrinsic fear: Some fault—then to our humbled view there gleamed Awareness of the error.

The vexing conflicts that perplex our day, The rankling strife that sets men so apart, The monumental problems holding sway, Can be resolved—beginning in the heart. This mighty drama we see acted here, With armies braced and nations much afraid, Is but a shifting background atmosphere In which the plot of human life is played.