[Written for the Sentinel.]

TRUTH'S DAWN

Had truth not dawned—
There had been in my heart no little shrine
On which the flame of joy burns ceaselessly.
I had not known the way, pure and benign,
Nor soft-lipped peace, nor even hope were mine,
Had truth not dawned!

Had truth not dawned—
I had not understood that Love will keep
The spirit unconfined, the footsteps free
That tread the king's highway; nor known the sweep
Of life unending, changeless, love-crowned, deep,
Had truth not dawned!

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