[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Awakening

As wakes a babe from sleep, to lift glad eyesAnd eager hands unto some best-loved face,So woke I the truth of paradise,Dear Father-Mother God. Thou good and wise,Impart to me Thy perfect strength and grace.

Backward I trace, thro' all the heavy night,Signs of Thy patient watching. Thou hast healedMy weary doubts and fears. Before Thy mightThe darkness fled, and all is rosy light.Morning and Love have come! Thou art revealed!

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