[Written for the Sentinel ]


DIVINE ideas abound eternally,
For Mind omniscient is and infinite,
And ever has, and will, unceasingly
Fulfill each promise set in Holy Writ.

Naught need we but to claim our heritage,
Ne'er found by tilling in earth's futile soil—
Seek first the kingdom. Thus it is we bridge
The sense of lack, and find unlabored toil;

And Spirit's freedom win and vision clear
Of good, exceeding aught we knew before.
With substance gained, our burdens disappear,
And joyously we yield to want no more.

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