A Wreck

WRECK. A ship sailed proudly out to sea; Its cargo, youth's fond hopes. It drifted back a dreary wreck, With empty hold, deserted deck. 0, ye about to launch your boat, View well the wreck-strewn shore. Think'st thou thy craft more staunch, Than that one gone before? Be not deceived, this wreck lacked naught, Save one firm hand to guide. . A more imposing structure, Ne'er on the wave did ride. Thou who hast learned to sail thy bark, On placid streams near home, Remember, it must stronger be, Upon the deep to roam. If thou wouldst brave the tempest's power, Upon life's stormy sea, Ask God to guide thy vessel through; He'll safely pilot thee. Grace Ingles Frost. Salt Lake City, Utah