[Written for the Sentinel]

God's Day

When trembling chords of human hopesAre silent on the harp of time,In such a moment Love evokesThe melody of Life divine.Not "here," or "there," beclouds the way,Nor time agone, nor years to be,But noon in God's eternal day,And freedom for humanity!

The sepulchers of sin and shameAre lit with Truth's all-conquering light;The deaf and blind, the sick and lame,No longer dream of starless night,But forward, with a voice of praise,They seek the Father and His ways.

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