[Written for the Sentinel.]


Love, redolent with unselfishness, bathes all in beauty and light. The grass beneath our feet silently exclaims, "The meek shall inherit the earth."—Science and Health, p. 516.

God's love doth garb the serrate hills with goldAnd glowing raiment, and anew unfoldThe floating splendor of the patterned cloud;Doth weave the grape's mauve miracle of bloom;Yea, Love doth gear the spider's faultness loom—From mystic shuttle cast on leaf and lawnThe web fair-fashioned, set with pearls of dawn.

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