[Written for the Sentinel]

Inspiration

At eventide I'm thinking of that night long years agoWhen wondering shepherds watched their flocks and saw avision glow;And e'en to me their vision comes—a glorious angel throng;My heart o'erflows with gladness, I hear the rapturous song;And as I listen, rapt before the Truth, the Life, the Love,the light,There surely now is born to me a Saviour dear tonight!

But with the morn the vision fades, the world unchangedappears;Without, within, I seem to be o'erwhelmed by doubts andfears.But no, there is a hope so bright no tongue can e'er express—The vision shining in the night, the Love that stooped tobless.So on I follow, day by day, the path of joy and health;The star of Bethlehem guiding me, I gain enduring wealth.From discord into harmony all changed my life must be;That vision of the coming Christ from bondage set me free!

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