Poem March 21, 1908 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel.]

MORNING HYMN

MARY A. AYERS.

Lord of my day, I come to TheeLed by that sweet humilityWhose way is peace.And kneeling in that temple fairOf pure desire, I raise this prayer,"May my will cease."

Close in Thy love enfolded now,Who else can know, so well as Thou,The manna my heart craves?Oh, may the vision of the heightBecome the trust that is our lightWhen o'er us break the waves!

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