Poem August 9, 1900 Issue

Reply to "If We Knew."

(See Sentinel of July 5.)

BY IDA HODNETT.

If we felt the bitter anguish
That our thoughts and words have sent
To the brother we are judging,
The cruel bow might be unbent.
Could we see the hidden motive
In the heart of him we blame
Where self-righteous lips have scorned him
The proud head might hang for shame.

Good is supreme; and through the ages
Feeble hands stretch out toward Good,
We should aid, where now we hinder,
"If we only understood."
Larger light is coming, coming;
The song of hate shall die unsung;
The song of Love is swelling, swelling,
And shall be heard from every tongue.

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