Poem April 15, 1922 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

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This is the time of unfoldment;
All earth heeds the summons of spring.
Shall we sigh for rest and still waters
Ere obedience recompense bring?

Does the tulip grow faint in its struggle
To break through the hard, frozen crust?
Does the butterfly chafe in its prison
Ere it loosen its wings from the dust?

Ah, no! Through the love-circled stillness
Comes the mandate eternal—to grow.
All confiding, all trusting, all yielding,
Just follow,—the way He will show.

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