[Written for the Sentinel.]

O Guiding Love

One there was told me that the polar starStands sentinel by day as well as night,Drawing the needle of the marinerTo guide him when he may not see its light.

Taught me of seeds, long centuries entombed,That yet respond unto the soil and sun;That send forth tender leaf and flower perfumed,As ages past the parent plant had done.

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