Poem November 20, 1909 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

BE MINE

LAURA GERAHTY.

O Love, be mine this day!
And I shall sing—
Like joyous lark speeding on upward wing
To rise above earth's gloom and o'er it ring—
Love's roundelay.

O Love, be mine this night!
And I shall rest—
While angels whisper on the mountain-crest
Hushing earth's tumult to a quiet blest—
Pending the light.

O Love, be mine each breath!
And I shall know—
E'en thought the tender morns to evening grow
And summer blooms lie hid in winter snow—
There is no death.

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