Poem July 3, 1915 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Art More a Man?

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

Art more a man when thou art lade with rust
Of envied wealth and puffed with vaunted power?
Yet yield thou all thy treasure in an hour,
Like fleeting fancy of deceitful lust.
O vanity, upon a reed ye trust!
Not all thy store with lasting joy may dower,
Or gain for thee the grace of one sweet flower,
Or stay the hand that renders dust to dust!

Methinks an humble lot preferred to thine,
However pleasing 'tis to outward gaze;
And better far did Love's true treasure shine,
Instead of worldly gold, in all thy ways.
Aye, not for sordid aims did God design
His precious likeness, man, to spend his days!

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