[Written for the Sentinel.]

Enough

THE thirsting of long years, And now this draught! The darkness of thick tears, And now this shaft Of radiant, beckoning light, Missioned to banish All the old, long night!

The wistful reaching out, And now this touch! The littleness, the doubt, And now the much,— The vastness of glad hope! An opening pathway, Where I used to grope!

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