Poem June 3, 1905 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Call

M. E. T.

Arise, strike off thy fetters!
Be error's thrall no more.
Stretch forth thy hand, my brother,
Christ healeth as of yore!

Stretch forth thy hand, my sister,
And touch his garment's hem.
Lift up thine eyes, behold it,—
The kingly diadem!

Life, Truth, and Love the criclet
Around that brow of light;
Press forward, steadfast follow
Thy Captain in the fight

'Gainst all the hosts of error,
Their nothingness to prove,
Till all the world shall find Him,
And know that God is Love!

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