Poem January 4, 1919 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

A Joyful Outlook

ADELL LONERGAN

There is no death!
We push away the veil, and stand
Entranced before the infinite and grand.

There is no loss!
We hasten on to find
The glorious treasures of eternal Mind.

There is no lack!
When past are shadows of unrest,
We glimpse the real, the object of our quest.

There is no doubt!
The childlike trust that has no fear,
Serenely waits, and knows that God is here.

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