Poem May 20, 1905 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel. ]

Inward Life

REV. WILLIAM P. MC KENZIE.

O'er broad white fields the gusty North Wind blew
Against the beeches iron-limbed and gray,
And hurled its darts, and snowy mounds upthrew;
Nor yet one fluttering banner took away.

With warm and fragrant breath came Spring at last,
And wooed the warrior beeches, stern and old;
And at her feet the withered leaves were cast,
Which they 'gainst Winter's fiercest blast could hold.

Thus men, in scorn of threat and keen rebuke,
The withered evils of their past will flaunt;
And never thought of yielding will they brook
Till Love shall come, with no harsh word nor taunt.
Then inward life shall bourgeon as in May,
And thrust the wrong like faded leaves away.

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