Faith. A Poem

816 IMPROVEMENT ERA.

Black clouds, with thunder fierce, Threaten me yet, Help me their dephths to pierce; Let me forget Sin, and that worldly care Prevalent everywhere: Gold-getting, guilty snare, Satan has set.

Father, I've wandered long, Searching for thee; Now, let my soul be strong; Dimly I see. Tear thou the veil away, Mine eye let see the day, And, when my hairs are gray, Take me to thee. Chauncey Loveland. Logan, Utah.

FAITH.

When wearied souls yearn for Thy light, Then Thou art near; When hopes bright star fades into night, Why should we fear! For midst the gloom a shining ray Of thy great love, still points the way.

We shall not sink beneath the wave Of dark despair, If we remember Thou wilt save «

Wilt hear our prayer And that Thy arms are strong to bear — The heavy burthens we take there. R. W. Sloan.