Poem January 28, 1911 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE WELCOME GUEST

VIOLETTE KIMBALL DUNN.

To one in prison-house of hate,
T'was whispered from above,
"Thyself thy chains hast forged, O child,
The world is filled with Love!"

The eyes of one by tempests rent,
With bitterness were wet ;
When soft the whisper fell, "Rejoice,
Thy brother's need is met !"

One peered from out his prison-house,
One turned from wound and scar,
And looking up, each one beheld
The glory of a star.

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