Poem June 16, 1917 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Dawn

LIEUT. COL. ROBERT E. KEY

When day breaks,
And shadows flee—
From earthly ease,
Or deep despondency,
The sleeper wakes.

Ah! what awakening here
For tired eyes!
The earth so calm, so clear,
Here where no shadow lies.

Here with God, face to face,
Man doth abide,
Here in his rightful place,
Well satisfied!

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