Consolation, a Poem

CONSOLATION.

BY NEPHI ANDERSON.

In this my journey through infinitude I'm not the creature of mere accident; Nor need I blindly grope through time and space To some hap-hazard end, unthinkable; For One has gone before, search'd out a way To immortality and perfectness; And I may follow in that upward path; For He who is ahead looks back on me And kindly bids me follow in His tread. —This is my sweet, consolatory thought.

My supreme hope to which I fondly cling.