[Written for the Sentinel]

Revelation

We put our trust in men and things,
And men and things do fail us;
Our hopes sink down with broken wings,
And bitter doubts assail us.
We walk with bleeding feet along
A stony pathway, stumbling;
From our tired lips doth die the song,
To dust our world seems crumbling.

And then athwart our darkened way,
A golden ray comes gleaming;
We look, and lo! the star of day
Upon our path is beaming!
And all our world is full of light,
And every man our brother,
For Truth hath dawned upon our sight:
Love is our Father-Mother!

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