Poem May 12, 1917 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Light

EDITH L. PERKINS

The morning breaks, athrill with life and light,
The whole creation sings in rhythm right,
While joy exultant cries, in upward flight,
Love is supreme.

Across the west night casts her shadows gray,
Then over all the darkness holds its sway,
Yet, looking up, I see the light and say,
Love is supreme.

So in the test of sorrow's darkest hour,
When joy seems hidden by the clouds that lower,
Still I rejoice,—God is the only power,
Love is supreme.

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