[Written for the Sentinel]


There are those moments when the voice of GodComes to our clouded thought in accents clear;When our poor human striving for the bestLeaps out and up to claim the love of Love,Returning not in empty loneliness.Great inspiration, clad in such guiseThat none need fear to touch the trailing hem,Abides with us! Then as the mists disperse,And wisdom reigns where faith alone held swayWhere old, fierce agonies of doubt and fearLie vanquished in the realm of false belief,We find Immanuel! Lifted, we rise:Glad demonstration, priceless peace and joyUnspeakable, unique, too far removedFrom human sight for human tongue to tell,Are ours again! One glimpse of living lightHas proven, once, forever, God is here;One gleam of understanding through the veilOf prisoned thought, and all is fair within.While faith's firm hand holds fast the gate of heavenThrough which we reach Love's wondrous harmony.

Right Methods
January 27, 1923

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