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Poem May 20, 1905 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

At Rest

MARY C. SEWARD.

On twig and bough,
In tiny nest,
Each little bird
Is safe at rest,
Love's watchful eye beholding.

In strain and stress,
Whate'er betide
Of grief or pain,
I may abide
And rest in Love's enfolding.

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