The Chronic Doubter

"I know not what betides me Till every hope seems blighted, Or why my soul, depressed, And life a wilderness, Yearns on amid the shadows Mirage and mist united; Of life and finds no rest; Few friends to cheer or bless." Or why the sun when shining Sends not his cheering ray ^ rf gad ffiend ^ j ,

Into my heart, repining, Your clouds are but the billows As on through life I stray. Of fog and mist and haze, Which rise from doubts within you, "I find no joy in service, And darken all your days; To 'common' man so sweet, Like motley fish in ocean, Though flowers in twining garlands Pursued by aught of harm, Lie on and at at my feet. Sends out an oose to hide it, I see not with my neighbor, You drift through sea and storm. Nor feel the ruddy glow If y'd see the light and glory That comes from love and labor of heaven and earth anew, To mortals here below. And read life's teeming story Of conquests real and true; "My days are but the setting Then banish now, forever, Of suns that never rise, Your myths of doubt and fear,- And all my studied getting And fight life's storms and battles, But makes me more unwise; In faith, out in the clear. A. B. Christenson Hinckley, Utah