[Written for the Sentinel]

No Discord in Mind

Look out upon the arch of heaven at morn;Behold the starry galaxy at night.Think ye that countless worlds as yet unbornFrom other suns will glean their share of light?Gaze ye upon the full-orbed day,And then, O mortals, would ye sayThat God is less than Love? that aught we see,Reflecting Mind, will ever cease to be?

Though wars prevail and hearts in anguish bleed;Though empires crumble in the ebb and flow;Though thousands fall before the world is freed,What priceless truth must we forever know?Just this: our God supreme, who seesThe sparrow's fall upon the forest leas,Is endless Life; hence man, from death made free,Is heir-elect to all eternity.

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