Poem June 27, 1908 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel.]

BABEL

GERTRUDE RING.

Ages ago, when mortal mind was young,But not innocuous, it essayed to buildTo heaven a tower. The earth was of one tongue,And on the plain of Shinar it was willedTo do the deed. "And they had brick for stone,And slime had they for mortar." We may smileAt their conceit, and how 'twas overthrown,And yet be building Babels all the whileWith crumbling rubble of material thought,Human affection, wealth, and transient fame,Hoping that by our structure—when 'tis wrought—We may reach heaven. So like it is the same,This effort, to the one we do contemn.Our false beliefs give dire confusion birthBecause "from thence did the Lord scatter themAbroad upon the face of all the earth."

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