[Written for the Sentinel.]

GUIDANCE

How glad the dawn of each new day,
Since I have learned to know
That Love doth ever point the way
'Tis right for me to go.

Though many paths at times appear,
Perplexed I need not be;
The shining cross doth still make clear
The one right path for me.

Serene, nor fearful of regret,
I take the path Love shows;
The end I may not see, but yet
My guide is God, who knows.

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