Poem October 5, 1912 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

LOVE'S HOUR

MINNA MATHISON.

Love waits not for a designated hour
To spread the feast of honey and of wine;
Each moment it is present,—mine and thine
And all mankind's who know and seek Love's power.

Love chooses not the object of its grace;
Impartially its tender blessings fall,
Freeing each struggling heart from grievous thrall;
Now is the time and here the appointed place.

Love, ever present, is our guide and stay;
E'en ere we ask, all blessings are our own;
And Truth, of our deep faith the corner-stone,
Upholds, attends us, verily alway!

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