[Written for the Sentinel]

True Solitude

The world outside, with flare and trumpet calling,I do not hear;The voice of garish life, on closed ears falling,No longer dear,Dies in this solitude;And deepest gratitudeFor God's infinitudeHas vanquished fear.

O lifting Presence, from earth's gross petitionDrawing away!Dear Christ! in whose vast truth is sure volitionTo soar alway!So, since I dwell in Thee,Lonely I cannot be,But Love reflecting, free,I rise each day.

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