The Poetry Corner

Signing The Pledge.

By Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

To comfort hearts that sigh and break, To dry the falling tear, Wilt thou forego the music sweet Entrancing now thy ear? I must return, I firmly said, The strugglers in that sea Shall not reach out beseeching hands In vain for help to me. I turned to go; but as I turned The gloomy sea grew bright, And from my heart there seemed to flow Ten thousand cords of light. And sin-wrecked men, with eager hands Did grasp each golden cord; And with my heart I drew them on To see my gracious Lord. Again I stood beside the gate. My heart was glad and free; For with me stood a rescued throng The Lord had given me.