Poem December 23, 1905 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

An Eastern Vesper

At evening time it shall be light.—Zechariah, 14, 7.

WILLIAM BRADFORD TURNER.

The night winds murmur, the tree-tops croon,
The cricket chirps to a vague wood-tune,
And dusk sinks brooding.

A new hope whispers, strangely sweet,
For Bethlehem's light fills the heart replete,
Dark dreams excluding.

And Israel's promise, halcyon peace,
Of Love begot, marks sorrow's cease,
No tear intruding.

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