[Written for the Sentinel]

A Clearer Vision

The mountain peak that seemed so far away,Is growing nearer as we journey on;The mist that seemed to hide the light of day,Is disappearing with the coming dawn.

Sweet intervales of rest in pastures greenWe find to cheer us on our upward way.With grateful hearts we follow the unseen,Forgetting self as night melts into day.

November 17, 1923
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