[Written for the Sentinel.]

"Watch"

A serpent stole its sinuous wayInto the bed where sleeping lay,By slumber bound, a drowsy wight,From serpent's fang defenseless quite.But nay, unfailing, sure defenseIs in divine omnipotence:God's angels always are arrayedTo give His children instant aid.

The serpent's fang was seeking aimWhere speediest it might inflameThe sleeper's dull and dormant sense,And venom fill its full pretense.It poised an instant o'er his heart,Ere yet it loosed its deadly dart,When lo, a flash, and, ere it passed,His hand had gripped the serpent fast.

February 16, 1918
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