[Written for the Sentinel]

Dawn

'Mid mists and shadows, sinister and gray,
Encompassed sore, and often led astray
By phantom fears that hide the narrow way,
We wait the dawn.

Behind the veil that seems so closely spread,
Above the path our faltering footsteps tread,
Beyond the valley that is shunned in dread,
There shines the dawn.

Attune our ears that we may hear aright,
Strengthen our hearts that we may bravely fight,
Open our eyes to meet that wondrous light,—
The light of dawn.

Then when the night is spent and faith soars high,
Knowing that Love is All and hate a lie,
We shall upraise a glad, triumphant cry,—
"Now is the dawn!"

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