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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 9, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 2.

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The Omnipresent One

By Delwin Rees Buckner

How sad to sail o'er bloated salt-sea waves When lightning spears like headlong lances fall, And have no present God on whom to call, One who can hear our pleading prayers, and saves Though seemingly we all must find us graves Down where weird, slimy octopuses sprawl, And hungry crabs with gore-smeared armors crawl 'Mid moss-wreathed rocks of shell-paved polyp caves.
When timbers of our valiant vessel groan, Scourged by the screaming billows of the deep, White with a fury none can understand, In such a peril feel I ne'er alone, Yea, even I can lay me down and sleep As sweetly as though housed on solid land.
Solis, Argentina.