[Written for the Sentinel]

Inspiration

It comes to me on singing windsAcross the shining, eager sea:It speaks of Truth's omnipotence,Of Love and immortality.I hear its voice in whispering pines;In softly murmuring, crystal streams;It is Love's call to wakening thoughtTo put away earth's futile dreams.

Where'er I turn, His voice is heard,In distant star—by tiny flower;And holding close this mighty thought,I cannot stray beyond His power.

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