[Written for the Sentinel.]


I TRAVELED O'er a thorny path
For many years, nor did I know
The shining way lay just above—
How could I know God loved me so.

They told me I struggle on:
It was God's will. So, bent with woe,
I bore the cross as best I could,
Not knowing that He loved me so.

But one day from a shining height
A voice rang out, so sweet and low.
It told me I could higher climb,—
'Twas then I learned God loved me so.

"But walls of rock on every side
Obstruct my path," I cried, and lo
An angel pointed out the way!
How glad I was God loved me so.

And now along this shining way
I travel, and more joyous grow
Each moment. proving o'er and o'er
This blessed truth, God loves me so.

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November 16, 1907

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