[Written for the Sentinel]


The dark clouds pass.In patience, waiting, on the cool, sweet grass,I look beyond and catch the bits of blueThat fill the heav'ns, immense, serene and true.And I am minded of th' eternal peaceThat calms the anxious heart, and brings releaseThough dark clouds pass.

Is effort vain?Do suns rise on our best to set again?Nay, though earth sighs and groans in loud lament,One look beyond dispels discouragement;For there, above all human sense of things,There is no room on Truth's resplendent wingsFor effort vain.

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