And yet November’s night of gloom and grief
Hath unseen power to bring sweet trust,
If men but turn their minds of unbelief
To One whose name is Love, whose ways are just;
Then be the battle sharp and long, or brief,
The soul is safe, that sings, “I can and must.”
JAMES MITCHEL ROGERS
While face to face with him I plainly feel
A something in my heart and open mind
That prompts an eager search, perchance to find