Deeper than dreams or sleep.
And somehow, as of dusk was born the star
Whose fire is on the sea,
Another star from doubt’s profounder dark
Is risen and shines on me. (Text.)
—Henry Fletcher Harris, Harper’s Magazine.
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DOUBTS, DISSOLVING
Crossing the Atlantic, a vessel is often encircled by small ice-floes, looking like a flock of white sheep on the blue ocean. When they started on their course southward, those ice-floes were great frozen masses. But the warm Gulf Stream played on them beneath, and the sun melted them from above, till they dwindled as they entered a warm atmosphere. A man’s doubts at first seem large enough to freeze his faith, but let him go steadily onward into the warm atmosphere of Christian love, and gradually his doubts will no more impede his progress than the ice-floes impede an ocean-liner.
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