[Written for the Sentinel]

Soul-filled Years*

What are years? What, but the seemingOf a mortal sense of lifeThat, in passing, leaves us dreamingDreams of mortal woe and strife!

Then, dear heart, look out and upwardTo the God who made all things,For the thoughts of Life eternalSoar like birds on spreading wings.

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