Poem July 20, 1907 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

PROMISE

ANNIE DINSMORE MC CLURE

A gust of March came eddying through my door
From greening fields and orchards, where it tore
This little rosy petal—one alone,
A syllable of spring, unfriendly blown
From parent tree in parallels unknown.

Whence come you thus to me, you tiny thing?
You carry all the baggage of the spring.
In texture fine as fullest summer shows—
A morning's blush your fairy cup o'erflows!
Your message all the ice-bound earth awaits;
That word holds sway o'er mighty potentates.
A note you are in Life's full symphony—
A prophecy of better things to be.

An arc's minutest section hints the whole;
A rain-drop once had part with ocean's roll;
And Principle, our source of life divine,
Gave tint and perfume to this guest of mine;
While Love rounds out the promise "prism and
praise," Science and Health, p. 558.
And crowns our springtime hope with summer days.

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