[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 aim
Into the unseen world, with heart aflame,
And vision quickened—born anew—
Love recks of things above,
And points with steadfast hand the true.

There is no way but Truth!
Through narrow paths and steep, its shining mark
Is beckoning, leading onward through the dark,
Up to the very heart of God.
Above all clash and ruth,
Truth's ever perfect road is safely trod.

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