Poems (Crandall)/From the Depths

by Rosa Neil Crandall

Peace

Despair not, gentle sister,
  Tho' faint with the heat of the day;
Tho' scorched and withered the roses,
  Whose thorns pierce thy feet on the way.

Still bravely struggle, my sister,
  The pain at thy heart shall cease;
Thou shalt hear in thy deepest anguish
  The voice of the Master—"Peace."

Find rest in this peace, sweet sister,
  Thou art worn with the toil of the day;
The roses died in life's morning,
  The thorns pierce thy feet on the way.