[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.

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