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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 4, 1910

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 87, No. 31.

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His Power Sufficient

By Susan Coolidge

How easily He turns the tides! Just now the yellow beach was dry; Just now the gaunt rocks all were bare, The sun beat hot and thirstily. Each seaweed waved its long brown hair, And beat and languished as in pain; Then in a flashing moment's space The white foam feet which spurned the sand Paused in their joyous outward race, Wheeled, wavered, turned them toward the land, And a swift, legionary band Poured on the waiting shores again.
How easily He turns the tides! The fulness of my yesterday Has vanished like a rapid dream, And pitiless and far away The cool, refreshing waters gleam; Grim rocks of dread and doubt and pain Rear their dark fronts where once was sea; But I can smile, and wait for Him Who turns the tides so easily, Fills the spent rock pool to its brim, And up from the horizon dim Leads His bright morning waves again. —Susan Coolidge.