[Written for the Sentinel.]

COULD I FIND THE WORDS TO UTTER

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 veryheavens be nigher.

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

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March 9, 1912
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