[Written for the Sentinel.]

Faith

There is no woeBut what we make,There is no gloomBut as we takeGloom's vagrant view:God's all-wise love will not forsakeHis truth in you.

Disease is butA glimmering wraith,No matter whatGrim error saithIn blatant tone:And thou shalt know the power of faithAnd Love alone.

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