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Poem April 21, 1906 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

Divine Love

MARGARET WARDELL.

'Tis dawn, and Spring,—
Gold-throated birds sweet carols sing,
The trees' green lace obscures the blue;
But Love looks through.
Yes, Love is here,
For Love divine is everywhere;
And we like Love may perfect be
If naught but Love in all we see.

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