[Written for the Sentinel]

Birth in Truth

The sun dips down behind the hills, far in the west;A drowsy calm creeps o'er the land,—all is at rest.Deep in a reverie I sit at close of day;The ruddy glow of firelight holds a thoughtful sway.Under its dreamy influence visions appear,The flames reflecting fancy's flight, as year by yearI see, in panoramic view, a wasted past,Caught in alluring pleasure nets, of mortal cast.Forever doomed, bound hand and foot within the snare,The gath'ring darkness seems to mock at my despair.But through the gloom there dawns at last a glorious light,Rending the clouds and shining forth, steadfast and bright.Its radiance chases dismal doubt from out my heart;I gaze enthrall'd, I scarcely breathe, lest it depart.In voice of sweetest melody Truth stills my fears,Pointing the possibilities of future years.It blots from out my memory ills gone by,Awakening thought to deeds that never die.There springs anew within my heart a power for good,Which I, with earth-born vanity, so long withstood.I vow once more to take my stand against the tide;No more shall thoughts of evil me o'erride.

The morning breaks, eternity has just begun;In faith, with purpose true, I hail the rising sun.

February 14, 1914
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