Poem August 6, 1921 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Harmony

C. M. PERKIN

Each day with love
Roll back the clouds,
And your reward shall be
More understanding from above,
More Life and Truth to see.

Each day with truth
Pierce through the clouds
Of mortal sense, and see
The light of ever present Love,
Eternal harmony.

Each day with progress
You shall find,
The clouds that seem to be
Are nothing but the lies of sense,
For all is harmony.

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