Poem May 24, 1919 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Freedom

MARY TROXELL

When the radiance of the morning wakens all the world to light,
And the fetters forged in darkness through a long and cruel night
Fall asunder, free forever, man shall rise in holy might.
"Thy kingdom come."

When earth's wanderers, sorrow-laden, call to creed and doctrine vain,
Seeking blindly through the shadows for the place their Lord hath lain,
Speaketh clear an angel message, calming grief and stilling pain.
"Thy kingdom come."

Not in vain a world's compassion in the dreary wilderness,
Yet divine Love waiteth tenderly to save through righteousness,
And the Christ, revealed in glory, shineth forth to heal and bless.
His kingdom come.

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