[Written for the Sentinel]

The Master

What vision held those eyes so rapt and true,
That he could walk upon our common earth
And make it blossom in conception new
Of man's divinity,—transcendent birth?

That he could speak unto the blind, the dumb,
The sick, the lame, and those held fast in death,
And with that word to all afflicted come
New sight, new speech, new strength, and living breath?

What heaven of perfected peace and grace,
What love did he command with smile and look,
That from the majesty of that calm face
All evil fled, nor could his presence brook?

Unchanging is the way; in this great hour
'Tis ours to follow, and by works to prove,
In watchful meekness and in patient power,
The Science of his Life in truth and love.

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March 20, 1915

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