Poem December 15, 1906 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE COMING OF TRUTH

PHILIP S. SCOVEL, JR.

A golden sunbeam dawns upon my path;
A glorious ray, like tender morning light,
Awaking life and peace within, without;
I fain would hold it, lest it take its flight.

'Tis real! I rise from slumber to behold
The joys no mortal tongue nor pen can tell;
A thousand truths their petals pure unfold,
Refreshing as an ever-springing well.

All nature blends in harmony and praise,
Each part its sacred mission to perform;
The tinted pastrues bloom and fade and die,
But Truth immortal pierceth through the storm.

And as this glorious light I comprehend,
The fleeing shadows I had thought were true,
Alike with mortal sorrows, pains, and fears,
Have taken flight and vanished as the dew.

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