[Written for the Sentinel.]

Divine Love

'Tis dawn, and Spring,—Gold-throated birds sweet carols sing, The trees' green lace obscures the blue; But Love looks through. Yes, Love is here, For Love divine is everywhere; And we like Love may perfect be If naught but Love in all we see.

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