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Poem June 18, 1904 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

Faith

HARRY T. FEE.

There is no woe
But what we make,
There is no gloom
But as we take
Gloom's vagrant view:
God's all-wise love will not forsake
His truth in you.

Disease is but
A glimmering wraith,
No matter what
Grim error saith
In blatant tone:
And thou shalt know the power of faith
And Love alone.

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