Poem August 9, 1900 ISSUE

Reply to "If We Knew."

(See Sentinel of July 5.)

BY IDA HODNETT.

If we felt the bitter anguishThat our thoughts and words have sentTo the brother we are judging,The cruel bow might be unbent.Could we see the hidden motiveIn the heart of him we blameWhere self-righteous lips have scorned himThe proud head might hang for shame.

Good is supreme; and through the agesFeeble 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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