[Written for the Sentinel]

"For the vision ... will surely come, it will not tarry"

Yes , they who seek Thee surely find Thee, Lord.
Who strive with longing hearts and eager feet,
With quiet eyes and confidence unmoved,
Upon the Horeb height see Love revealed.
And as, when farthest north, the traveler finds
There is no north, but all about him south,
So do our hearts rejoice at last to know
There's naught but ever present, bounteous Love.

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