Poem April 11, 1914 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

City of the King

DAVID E. ANTHONY

O royal city of the glorious King,
Thy radiant splendor, born of Love divine,
Nor sun nor moon to thee can changing bring,
Since God's own everlasting day is thine:
As boundless are thy beauteous jasper walls,
Thrice iridescent as the shimmering sea
When on each crest the noontide sunbeam falls,
And limitless as His eternity.

Thy massive gates do ever stand ajar,
That he who o'er life's troubled sea may roam,
Shall see, take heart, and though he journey far,
Within thy welcoming walls may find a home,—
There find a King whose love doth compass all,
And where the terror of the night's alarms
Can never come, for night can never fall,
And rest within His everlasting arms.

O Love divine, teach me to know Thy ways,
To feel that perfect love which casts out fear,
To voice a hymn of everlasting praise,
And prove that Love and Truth are ever here!
Then from my mortal eyes the veil shall fall,
Then shall I see and, seeing, understand
That Thou, immortal Love, art All-in-all,
The Father, Mother, King in that blest land.

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