[Written for the Sentinel]

"Now I see"

A Little child,—she loved to hear aboutThe New Jerusalem and God's white throne.She longed to know, but none could tell the way,As on she journeyed, homesick and alone.

The years passed by; at last she heard a voice,The still, small voice of Science gently say:Behold, God's tabernacle is with men;The night is spent, at hand is glorious day!

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