A Weary one sat idly by a sea
Of storm-tossed human hope and fear.
"Come, child," I said, "God's love is near,
Thou'rt better where thou art than in the lee."

"Thou'rt on the rock, canst bid this turmoil cease?"
"Thou hast a childlike heart, dear one;
Work for thy rest, it is thine own.
God hath thy way, it is the way of peace."

Elizabeth Allen Mallory.

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March 7, 1908

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