Poem January 18, 1908 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE VISION OF TRUTH

WINIFRED BORLEE.

What traveler, wand'ring through some murky town,
Begrimed with dirt and grim with lurking crime,
But bears within him visions of a clime
Where peace and beauty vale and mountain crown
With gentle radiance, and the city's gown
A robe of glory is; where hate nor time
Holds any slaves, where being is sublime,
And Love knows neither nor jealous frown?

So saw the Master ever, as he passed
From city unto city, heart to heart,
He saw the new Jerusalem, that lies
Four square, triumphant, where to human eyes
Looms discord only, and his healing art
Was just this Truth, made manifest at last.

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