[Written for the Sentinel.]

GRATITUDE

I Saw the beauty of the sunrise fallUpon a foam of blossoms red and white,Stirring with nested birds whose little callOf eager life gave exquisite delight,And marveled at the heart of God! He knowsLove lies behind the flaming of the rose!

Perfume and color, and that most divineAnd breathless holiness which morning brings,Sank in my spirit till their peace was mineAnd one with scent of leaves and stir of wings.I felt the universe sublimely still,Rounded in God's most pure and radiant will.

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