[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE CHRIST-DAWN

The Love-light breaks!Across the deep of sin's black nightI see the priceless pearl of lightGleam tenderly with hope's soft ray—The far-off promise of the day.I feel the holy hush of morn,—The child of Spirit, newly born,—The sacred stillness of the dawn.The shadows of the night are gone;My thirsting sense drinks inThe fresh, sweet dew of Life,And in the waiting silenceOf God's ever-presence,To my listening earSpeaks the low voice of Spirit,"I am here."The Love-light breaks!Across the ages of eternityThe Christ-dawn wakesMy sleeping sense to immortality.

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