From the Rock Island Argus, November 22, 1912. By Rev. G. W. Laufer. Despair no more, O troubled heart But hold this lesson true: The noble ship for which you wait Will enter port when due. Though long delayed, she cannot drift Beyond her path of blue; God’s hand is on the pilot wheel And guides her home to you. Console your heart with balm of hope And what is given, do; When time is full, some “sail ahoy” Announces her to you. When she is anchored safe at length Beside her pier and you, The bill of lading will declare That you have more than due.
’Twill Come When Due