By the Editor
The Coming Day.
Dawn on the hills, and darkness on the plain―
Calm in the harbor, storm upon the seas,
Hope’s star shines clear above the soul’s deep pain;
Faith holds the promise, and the darkness flees
We know, yet wait for fuller knowledge given
Our feet stand firm ‘mid error’s sweeping tides;
“Lo! I am coming”, speaks the voice from heaven,
We cannot sink, while His strong love abides.
H. W.