[Written for the Sentinel.]

REALITY

There is no life but God!Across the surging waste of mortal strife,With luring rifts and shoals and glamour rife,The star of ancient days gleams radiant white,And truth, with feet unshod,Soars upward through the trackless night.

There is no power but Love!Uplifted from the stress of human aimInto the unseen world, with heart aflame,And vision quickened—born anew—Love recks of things above,And points with steadfast hand the true.

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