[Written for the Sentinel]

Only a Dream

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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