Poem July 23, 1904 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

Love's Ministry

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

The hand of Love supernal rolls the heavy stone away
That marked my sepulchre and, leading forth into the day,
Bares to the sabres of His sun my shadowy bonds of clay.

Love's blessing is as sweet as meadow-fragrance after rain;
Love's voice is harmony; golden His touch, surcease to pain,
His Presence o'er me streams as moonlight o'er the quiet plain.

Calm as the Morning Star, above the seething mists of sin,
Love's high watch-tower stands; through toil, its mighty view I win.
And lo! my burdens fade, and exaltation mounts within.

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