Poem April 24, 1926 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The "little book open"

MARGARET WEIR WHYTE

"And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire: and he had in his hand a little book open."—Revelation 10:1, 2.

What revelation this:
"A little book open,"
While angel voice doth stir
The inner heart to joy,
Like some glad trumpeter?
All hail! Rouse ye!
Ye who would e'er salvation know!
Behold I come! Truth nevermore concealed,
God and man to mankind revealed!

A woman—ready, waiting;
Resplendent in white robe of sweet humility;
About her brow a royal diadem
Beset with precious jewels—
Trustworthiness, hope, purity,
And one by far more fair,
"Greatest of these," the gem of charity.

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