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Be True Thyself

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 1, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 30.

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Be True Thyself

By John Greenleaf Whittier

Alas! no present saint we find; The white simar gleams far behind, Revealed in outline vague, sublime, Through telescopic mists of time!
Trust not in man with passing breath, But in the Lord, old Scripture saith; The truth which saves thou mayst not blend With false professor, faithless friend.
Search thine own heart, What paineth thee In others in thyself may be; All dust is frail, all flesh is weak; Be thou the true man thou dost seek!
Where now with pain thou treadest, trod The whitest of the saints of God! To show thee where their feet were set, The light which led them shineth yet.
The footprints of the life divine, Which marked their path, remain in thine; And that great Life transfused in theirs, Awaits thy faith, thy love, thy prayers!
—From Whittier's "Chapel of the Hermits."