Patience is powerful;

He that o'ercometh

Hath power o'er the nations!

"As torrents in summer,
Half dried in their channels,
Suddenly rise, though the
Sky is still cloudless,
For rain has been falling
Far off at their fountains;

"So hearts that are fainting Grow full to o'erflowing, And they that behold it Marvel, and know not

That God at their fountains

Far off has been raining!

"Stronger than steel

Is the sword of the Spirit;

Swifter than arrows

The light of the truth is,
Greater than anger
Is love, and subdueth!

"Thou art a phantom,
A shape of the sea-mist,
A shape of the brumal
Rain, and the darkness

Fearful and formless;

Day dawns and thou art not!

"The dawn is not distant,

Nor is the night starless;

Love is eternal !

God is still God, and
His faith shall not fail us;

Christ is eternal!"

INTERLUDE

STRAIN of music closed the tale,

IN of music closed the tal

A low, monotonous, funeral wail, That with its cadence, wild and sweet, Made the long Saga more complete.

"Thank God," the Theologian said,
"The reign of violence is dead,
Or dying surely from the world;
While Love triumphant reigns instead,
And in a brighter sky o'erhead
His blessed banners are unfurled.
And most of all thank God for this:
The war and waste of clashing creeds
Now end in words, and not in deeds,
And no one suffers loss, or bleeds,
For thoughts that men call heresies.

"I stand without here in the porch,

I hear the bell's melodious din,
I hear the organ peal within,

I hear the prayer, with words that scorch
Like sparks from an inverted torch,

I hear the sermon upon sin,

With threatenings of the last account.

And all, translated in the air,

Reach me but as our dear Lord's Prayer, And as the Sermon on the Mount.

"Must it be Calvin, and not Christ?
Must it be Athanasian creeds,

Or holy water, books, and beads?
Must struggling souls remain content
With councils and decrees of Trent?
And can it be enough for these
The Christian Church the year embalms
With evergreens and boughs of palms,
And fills the air with litanies?

"I know that yonder Pharisee

Thanks God that he is not like me;
In my humiliation dressed,

I only stand and beat my breast,
for human charity.

And pray

"Not to one church alone, but seven,

The voice prophetic spake from heaven; And unto each the promise came,

Diversified, but still the same;

For him that overcometh are

The new name written on the stone,
The raiment white, the crown, the throne,
And I will give him the Morning Star!

"Ah! to how many Faith has been No evidence of things unseen,