Poem September 16, 1905 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Eternal Now

JENNIE WALBRIDGE BRIGGS.

THERE is no past, 'twas but a dream,—
A phantom of the things that seem;
The future is not ours, to say
What will be, whether yea or nay.

We live in the eternal now,
While Hope with her immortal brow
In glad fruition sweetly sings,
And Joy has lost her roving wings.

Now Peace to sweet Content gives birth,
And joins the circle round our hearth;
While over us pure Love doth shine,
And shed a radiance all divine.

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