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Poem October 27, 1906 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

FROM EVERLASTING

HELEN ELDRIDGE.

Dear child, dost feel too sad to pray?
Then clasp God's hand.
Mid doubts and fears in false array,
Just clasp God's hand.

You've but to reach a wee, wee way,
Since He's been waiting you for aye;
He's always known you'd need, this day,
To clasp His hand.

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