[Written for the Sentinel]

Fruition

I put my vision into words,One praiseful day,And many listened wonderingly,Then—went their way.

My vision passed into a deed,Lowly, contrite;And some hearts clung and followed meInto the light.

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Man as Image
June 9, 1928
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