Poem July 21, 1923 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

My Home

CUTHBERT GEORGE WILKINSON

Around me lay the gold and silver sand.
A care-free child was I; and thus at play
I built a fort with eager little hands:
But furies came and swept it clean away.
So, when my house of knowledge had been built,
I buttressed it with notions, many a score.
This Babel, set awry on human silt,
The stress and strain of time destroyed once more.
But when vain pride had vanished with rude youth,
I built my home of precepts, tried and pure,
And placed it squarely on the rock of Truth,
Where now, come storm or flood, it rests secure.
It is my ark; and from its portals, love,
At peace, sends forth to all mankind the dove.

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