[Written for the Sentinel]

Resurrection

Why look we to another worldFor heaven's glory to appear,When now on every side unfurled,Are tokens telling God is here?

The maple's budding feathery red;Through blackened twigs the warm sap flows;Spring's birth proclaims, There are no dead,And through the world a new hope glows.

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June 13, 1914
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