Poem October 30, 1926 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Dawn

JANE GILBERT LACY

"Until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts."—II Peter 1:19.

The world turns sunward.
And before the flaming heralds, dreams and darkness vanish.
The little clouds are flushed with rose and pearl and mauve and gorgeous purple.
The grass blades bear myriad dew-sparkling rainbows.
The drowsy birds awake a thousand-throated hymn of praise and joy.
The morning breeze caresses each drenched leaf and petal.
The lilacs' incense rises toward the gates of dawn.

My thought turns Christward,
Drawn by Love ineffable, before whose light must fear and hatred flee.
From tears of lonely grief and selfishness my consciousness awakes,
At touch of that white presence, to joyous activity and harmony,
To conscious purity, to white thought-garments, to the bread of Life,
To countless opportunities for loving service.
With glad songs of gratitude, with incense of purified affections,
My heart greets this eternal dawning.

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