Poem August 10, 1907 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

"THE THREE-FOLD CORD."

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH

If God is Life, and there is none but He
In the full-orbed temple of the skies,
Then what is death? A fear, a phantasy
Of cold white fingers and of glassy eyes;
A dream within the dream of mortal strife:
He dies who knows not God, for God is Life.

If God is Truth, and true is all that is
In God's domain, true things are all from God—
His light or His reflection. All are His
In earth, and all within the paths untrod
Of boundless heaven; and our eternal youth
Draws its true life from God, for God is Truth.

If God is Love, and God is All in all,
Then all is Love, and all beside is naught.
Blind mortals, gaze around! Your footsteps fall
On flowers beautiful as angel's thought;
And each reflects its beauty from above,
Where all is Love's and God's, for God is Love.

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