[Written for the Sentinel]

The Promised Land

Apart from Love a desert is, despair,
With naught to kindle hope, no lasting peace;
Joy bides there not, for sorrow there hath lease:
A waste of weariness, and want, and care!
But in Love's presence all is sweet and fair,—
The joys of Spirit never know decrease;
And thus all claims of error quickly cease,
For Truth omnipotent reigns ever there!

This is the promised land that Israel sought:
The consciousness of Truth! O'er error's waste
They plodded on, and Love them daily taught,
Toppling the obstacles that error placed;
And, as Love guided them and wonders wrought,
The Christ-thought gently leads to vistas chaste.

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