Classic Poem

Some great unconscious ministers Love has:
The stars and roses, and the summer air;
The trefoil lurking 'mid the tufted grass;
The blue flower-jewels in the corn's gold hair.

But man stands forth as minister supreme,
As conscious witness of the life divine,
And says, “The life of God is not a dream;
In very deed God's blood is mixed with mine.”

While lightnings flash, and waves arise and break,
And all creation seems in jeopardy,—
While stormy thunder-throated doubts awake
And spread dark wings o'er lurid wastes of sea,—

Man stands upright, and conscious of his strength
Claims kindred with the Love that holds the helm;
That thrills throughout the universe's length,
And that no thunder-batteries overwhelm.