Poem June 29, 1907 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

HUMILITY

KATHARINE J. SMITH.

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 gold
And glowing raiment, and anew unfold
The 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 lawn
The web fair-fashioned, set with pearls of dawn.

Bird-lilt and insect-croon, parted light of guiding moon,
Love toucheth tenderly, all tenderly;
Dusty weed at quiv'ring noon doth yield some tiny thing
the boon
Of shade, shifting slenderly, all slenderly.

The meek of earth inherit visions rare;
More than Chaldean wisdom is the prayer
Of blossoms' breath, of breeze, and sunbeams' gold.
Love's tint and tincture bless our lowly ways
With royal gifts of nature's pleading praise,
And mocking Sheba's homage long ago
Doth the dreamless dust of kingly show.

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