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Poem December 12, 1908 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

WHEN IT IS DARK

AMY RUTH WENZEL

As one who rises while as yet 'tis night,
And at his window waits to see
The first faint rays of dawning light,
So wait I, healing Word, for Thee.

I cannot bring the light, but this I know,
That night has never place in Thee;
And, trustful, watch until the glow
Of Thine own day dawns new on me.

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