Poem May 26, 1917 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Immunity

MYRTLE STRODE JACKSON

Heed not the stones of sense by ignorance flung
Against your work and you. Let foes and friends
Condemn, with the dead letter on their tongue;
But ye by Spirit called to nobler ends,
For whom Life's harp is more adroitly strung
With melodies divine, whose thought ascends
To God,—look upward! As St. Stephen's eyes
Gazed on the vision of the Christ above,
Ye too shall see in harmony's pure skies
Ideas of Spirit that we all may prove,—
Reality's strong fact, which underlies
This world of dreams wherein men seem to move,—
And your freed sense be held in hushed surprise,
Asleep to violence but awake to Love!

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