[Written for the Sentinel.]

"CAST THY BREAD UPON THE WATERS"

One little seed of Life outspedInto earth's death-filled thought,And the roots will strengthen, and grow, and spread,Till the tree springs up, and the leaves o'erheadTheir healing balm on the nations shed,Who freedom from fear have sought.

A little leaven of Truth pressed deepInto earth's stubborn thought,And dreamers will wake from lethargic sleep;The persistent leaven will upward creepTill resistance yields to its tireless sweep,And Truth its desire hath wrought.

February 12, 1910
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