[Written for the Sentinel]

Morning

As when across the waking east there showsThe first faint flush of dawn, whose latent beamsPortend the coming of the light that teemsTriumphant till the earth no shadow knows;So in the heart where now but faintly glowsThe presence of the Christ, these quickening gleamsGive promise of release from earthly dreamsWhen Spirit's light the consciousness o'erflows.

O patient Love, with tenderness untold,Protecting, guiding all the upward way,Undimmed Thy purity would we behold,Thou source of light, revealing endless day!Thy perfectness our model would we makeAnd in Thine image glorified awake.

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