[Written for the Sentinel.]

UPWARD

A little thought in dark seclusion dwelt.Above were frozen crusts of creed and greed, of selfishnessand sin;A mantle cold of insincerity spread over all;The raging winds of passion fought for power,And sickening clouds sank heavily upon the heart.But warm south winds of Love prevailed,And clouds of gathering doubt began to move away.Even the hatred spots could not withstand thatenergy of Love!

The little thought, so long asleep,Heard voices sweet which said,"Awake and sing! Awake and sing!"Then upward grew the perfect thought,—Upward the truth to voice,Upward that Life and Love might be made manifest.And e'er the summer sun had run its course.The fruitage of its deeds had blest the world.

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