Poem May 30, 1908 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel.]

OMNIPRESENCE

BLANCHE BLOOR SCHLEPPEY.

I may not know the breath that thrills the trees,Nor whose the touch that gives the grass its green,Nor how it is the snowflake gets its sheen,And why the rain-cloud woos the southern breeze.I cannot cull the nectar of the bees;The ocean's throbbing life I have not seen;I cannot read the notes of song-birds e'en,Nor understand the starry mysteries.

The breadth of time it is not mine to span,Nor measure to the heights of sun and air;My brother's secret soul I cannot scan.I only know that truth and love are fair,And thus I guess the universal plan—That God is Love, and Love is everywhere.

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