[Written for the Sentinel.]


He dips, and gives from out the well of Truth
A quenching draught, when straightway life and youth
Quicken to being, as the springtime shoot
Stirs all a-tremble in some brown old root.

He draws the garment of a thought divine
Around thee, and all power and strength are thine.
Love is a revelation; doubt and fear,
Shadows which flee as this great light grows clear.

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August 15, 1908

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