p. 11 | MY FAITH by New England Magazine

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Mar 21, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 12.

MY FAITH.

By New England Magazine

Be not an anchor, O my faith, to lie On ocean's oozy floor, dim fathoms deep, Where dead, forgotten things forever sleep, And tumult of the waves comes never nigh, And e'en beyond the glimpse of day's great eye, Thy task to clutch and blindly cling and keep My boat at rest—in front the self-same sweep Of well-known coast, o'er head the self-same sky.

Nay, rather, when the mighty winds are free, Be thou the needle loyal to thy North, To bid my bark the utmost isles explore. Better go down amid the tempest roar Than rot in land-locked bays and put not forth At hearing of the loud-entreating sea.

—New England Magazine.