[Written for the Sentinel]

Illumination

OPEN , ye gates of dawn, The sun of Love comes through! All mists of doubt are gone, And daylight shines anew.

There is no night so dark But morning will dispel, For when the hour is blackest, Hark! A cry comes, All is well !

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