| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Sanctuary | | By Florence Kilpatrick Mixter |
| | | HOW is it faith outstrips the doubting word, | |
| Leaving the skeptic brain in overthrow— | |
| And, swift as arrow from the archer’s bow, | |
| Flies up, and ever upward, like a bird? | |
| Today the heavy mists of doubt are stirred | 5 |
| By distant currents, winds that softly blow; | |
| As if a promise given long ago | |
| Were faintly whispered and as faintly heard. | |
| I sometimes think that high above Earth’s dome | |
| Our hopes from turret to dream-turret soar, | 10 |
| And like gray pigeons build their nests and mate. | |
| There Beauty harbors them when they turn home | |
| From their wide circling, and forevermore | |
| Their sanctuary is inviolate. | | | | |
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