Like Souls Immortal
( Originally Published Early 1900's )
BY W. L. COURTNEY
Is God's Hand shortened that He cannot save ?
Or sleeps the cry of anguish in His Ear ?
Nay, but He sees and hearkens. Have no fear. Ask those who fight and perish, ask the brave Who, unrepining, squander all they have
For some high promise, unaccomplished here :
God's glorious gates of Paradise shine clear When human hopes are faltering to the grave.
Strange world, in which the triumph does not come
To those who are most worldly, but to those
Who muse apart, and wiser than they seem, Like souls immortal everywhere at home,
Learn of the God Who sees, the God Who knows,
The hidden truth interpreting their dream.