[Written for the Sentinel.]

Springtide Eternal.

Lay thy strong hand upon Truth's burnished plow,

And stir the fallow earth beneath thy feet :

Speak, and the clod shall thrill, and fruit endow,

Sing, and thy psalm shall reach the city's street, Go forth in light of new-begotten day,

God shed His benediction on thy way.

And as ye go, heed Christ's sublime behest,

Be least, tho' great, for this means royal pow'r, Then shalt thou know that earth in thee is blest,

The blighted heart shall bloom in deathless flow'r. The child of God who wears the victor's bay,

Is he who, working, teacheth men to pray.

No tear shall water pain's demolished camp.

The ground is holy where thy sorrow fell:

The oil of joy burns in the perfumed lamp

Of Love, Life's water brims the well:

And he who rose to roll away thy stone,

Hath set its crystal whiteness in his throne.

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The Weakness of Intolerance
April 14, 1906

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