Poem March 14, 1914 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Only a Dream

ELIZABETH EARL JONES

Adam slept, and dreamed that space, all vocal with joy and song,
Took form as birds that peopled the air and silenced the serpent of wrong.

They sang of a life not doomed to toil, of man as the image of God;
And the message was balm to the wounded heart, winning away from the sod.
They sang of a bounty embracing all, of a heaven at hand alway;
The shrill, sweet notes died away like a dream, but the message had come to stay.

Adam dreamed that a fatal blast from the cruel world of fear
Tore from their nests the gentle birds and silenced their songs of cheer:
But man awake in the image of God, the voices of Love in his ear,
Knows the falling sparrow is only a dream,—the joy and the song are here.

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