Baptist Missionary Training School - Beacon Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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--i- THE BEACON ll THE PATH SHE TROD An Appreciation of Miss Brimson Y 1 'f Watching her quiet strength, I sought one day To find the path to such unfailing calm: Surely, I thought, There is some hidden way, Some secret source of peace, some strange And magic pathway known to her alone. And so I sought to find it: far behind I followed: I could not have found The way, had not it been that in each place Where she had passed, the trail was blazed for me By the glad radiance of joy That shone from some uplifted human face. I saw the hands Of those who had once been hopeless men Building a ruined house again, Building with courage renewed - and then I knew that she must have passed. I heard the note of a happy song, And was told that it came from the heart of a chi Who never had sung until yesterday - Whom no one had loved until yesterday: And they said: She has sung since yesterday. When a woman stopped and smiled. I found a girl with a faith regained: A heart that had ceased to contemplate Its grief, and had served instead: a soul Whose swift impatience had learned to wait: A wrong forgiven: a will resigned To a higher power: an eager mind Helped in its feverish search to find The truth, and be satisfied. And I knew, at last, that the way she had found Had no finality, And to find the end of that path was given Neither to her nor to me: Mortal feet could not come to the end Of the pathway that still she trod - For the pathway was ceaseless service, And it led to an infinite God. 10

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THE BEACON ALICE W. S. BRIMSON ll