Poem June 1, 1929 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Quest

LUCY M. GOODENOUGH

City of God! Lo, here, on high white summit?
Methinks thy gates of pearl and towers fair
With jewels flash. But when I climb to enter,
They vanish like a dream in misty morning air.

City of God! Lo, there, in far green valley,
Thy stately homes and streets all golden stand?
Downward I haste on eager feet; but only
Find 't was but mirage in the burning desert sand.

City of God! Lo here? Lo there? Yet never
Gained I the golden goal, till, low and clear,
An angel whispered, Cease thy fret and fever,
Thy holy quest, thy heart's desire, is now and here.

Oh, happy hour! My eyes have seen the vision;
I shall go out no more to stray and roam;
Just here in my own place are God and heaven.
City of God, I dwell in thee—for aye at home!

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