Poem March 16, 1907 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE CHRIST-DAWN

LILLIAN MATHER LATHROP

The Love-light breaks!
Across the deep of sin's black night
I see the priceless pearl of light
Gleam 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 in
The fresh, sweet dew of Life,
And in the waiting silence
Of God's ever-presence,
To my listening ear
Speaks the low voice of Spirit,
"I am here."
The Love-light breaks!
Across the ages of eternity
The Christ-dawn wakes
My sleeping sense to immortality.

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