Poem February 27, 1904 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Treasure House

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

There stands a wondrous Treasure-House,
Beside a peace-enfolded sea,
Wherein are riches fairer far
Than pearls of Ind or Araby.
Its strength is as the granite hills;
Its walls white as the soaring dove;
And from the sea-deeps to the stars
Is writ its name of Love.

The cloud-strewn pathway leading there
Is rough and fraught with wraiths of gloom;
Yet he who, dauntless, struggles on
Shall see the pall of shadows bloom
As Aaron's rod, with flowers of light;
And he who tramples wayside sins,
Shall tread at last that tranquil zone,
And pass within the open gates
To find its wealth his own.

Within that Treasure-House is peace;
Healing and harmony are there;
Power and truth and grace sublime;
And mankind to this store is heir;
Go, ye that walk with sin or care;
Go, ye that suffer, ye that grieve;
Before those portals watch and pray,
Knowing ye shall receive.

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