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Poem November 17, 1906 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

REST

JEANNETTE A. BECKER.

When work is done,
And sleep broods softly o'er
The closing lids of day,
Breathe thou a little prayer
Of loving gratitude
To th' Eternal One
Whose law, forever sure,
Doth keep thee on thy way
With tenderest care:
And make a place
For peace to enter in
Thy waiting heart. Thus blest,
With joy unspeakable,
Thou shalt find rest.

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