Poem January 5, 1918 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

No Discord in Mind

CASSIUS M. LOOMIS

Look out upon the arch of heaven at morn;
Behold the starry galaxy at night.
Think ye that countless worlds as yet unborn
From other suns will glean their share of light?
Gaze ye upon the full-orbed day,
And then, O mortals, would ye say
That 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 sees
The sparrow's fall upon the forest leas,
Is endless Life; hence man, from death made free,
Is heir-elect to all eternity.

Beyond, above, and back of all that seems
So real to-day, so boundless and immense,
Exists the realm of Spirit. Mortal dreams
Do vanish quickly and to human sense
Truth's revelation comes and wakes
Us gently as the morning breaks;
For never, never shall we know or find
One note of discord in the realm of Mind.

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