Poem March 9, 1912 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

COULD I FIND THE WORDS TO UTTER

HON. CLARENCE A. BUSKIRK

Could I find the words to utter,—
Words with wings that never tire,—
Into darkened hearts they'd flutter,
Bright with heavenly dew and fire,
And the earth would glow with gladness and the very
heavens be nigher.

Sin and pain and fear would vanish,
Doubt and sorrow and despair;
Then the truth which frees would banish
All the phantoms everywhere,
And men know on earth a heaven of creations good and
fair.

If my words for once could capture
The celestial strength to show
All the truth to men, the rapture
They would bring where now is woe,
Then the thoughts of men and women would with gladness
overflow.

Then my words could bring to mortals
Such high raptures born of truth
That their thoughts would cross the portals
Of the realms of fadeless youth,
With their love-kiss'd flowers and verdure and forgetfulness
of ruth.

If were granted the desire
That my speech were like the singing
Of a joy-song rising higher
Than the loftiest birds are winging,
All the earth and sky might gladden with the music through
them ringing.

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