A Lost Soul

I peered from a dark, dreary cavern

     And beheld a faint glimmer of light;

Kneeling, I prayed for help unto Heaven,

     When, lo, all the world grew joyous and bright.

When a soul is lost in the darkness,

     And the waves of trouble beat high,

They should pour on the oil of Jesus,

     Of which there’s a bounteous supply.

It quells the waves of a storm-tossed mortal,

     And leaves a surface unruffled which flows

Into the harbor, the heavenly portal,

     Which Jesus our Savior has lived to disclose.

about Mar. 1890

Pub. in Conn. Valley Advertiser

First pub. poem.

About March 1, 1890