Poem June 13, 1908 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel.]

OUR LIFE

WINIFRED BORLEE.

O God, our Life, upon whose tender breastAs trustful babes our heart should ever rest,Knowing that evil hath nor place nor part,Nor any voice nor kingdom where Thou art.

Spirit of truth, All-Father, perfect Mind,Whose boundless thought embraces, unconfined,The infinite, eternal all, whereinNo sense is found of sickness, grief, or sin.

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