Poem May 6, 1911 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

UNITY

LAURA GERAHTY

It is not just because our eyes are meeting
In daily converse, that we claim a friend;
It is not e'en because our hearts are beating
So near each other that our pulses blend.

One hand may clasp another, and the distance
Of arctic tides be flowing where they meet;
The courteous bend can tender more resistance
Than marble column, while we seem to greet.

Some eastern sun may shine in splendid glory
On ice-bound hearts still freezing 'neath its glow;
And yet love's tender breath reveals the story
Which melts a pathway in a world of snow.

Science of Christ! Man's perfect union sealing—
O tenderest Love, that knows nor hate nor fear—
Wisdom's great strength, that binds all hearts, revealing
The perfect oneness of God's children dear.

Thus, far or near, no sense of separation,
No pride or prejudice that seems to be,
Can hinder us in love's great demonstration,
Or rob God's children of their unity.

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