[Written for the Sentinel]

Dominion

How quickly Truth dispels the mistOf error's false pretense,When thoughts imbued with love persist,In true benevolence,

The Christ-idea to imitate,In meekness and in might,Nor suffer sin insatiateTo cloud the holy light

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Man's Eternal Noon
November 26, 1927
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