As witnesses to his trustful attitude, we may select such a cluster of stanzas as this:—
"Yet, sometimes glimpses on my sight,
Through present wrong, the eternal right;
And, step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man;
That all of good the past hath had
Remains to make our own time glad,—
Our common daily life divine,
And every land a Palestine.
* * * * * *
Through the harsh noises of our day
A low, sweet prelude finds its way;
Through clouds of doubt, and creeds of fear,
A light is breaking calm and clear."
"Yet, in the maddening maze of things,
And tossed by storm and flood,
To one fixed stake my spirit clings;
I know that God is good!
* * * *
"I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care."
The Eternal Goodness.