Poem October 28, 1911 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

SYMBOL AND REALITY

DAVID F. GARTON

Deep in the quiet of the wood I sit,
Embowered in sylvan beauty fresh and green;
Where happy birds are singing as they flit,
And nothing seems to mar the peaceful scene.

A placid lake laps softly at my feet;
Majestic swans sail grandly on its breast;
The fragrance of the water-lilies, sweet,
Delights my sense, I find content and rest.

If we are granted such supernal bliss
When but the symbol meets our mortal view,
What must it be when we awake from this
And know the all-harmonious good and true?

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