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Poem June 20, 1908 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE WAVE

BEN. HAWORTH-BOOTH.

The waters will be pacified and Christ will command the wave.—Science and Health, p. 570.

I POUR my voice upon the unresting shore,
A sigh, a song, a rhapsody, a roar:
And 'neath the golden sun
I fly and float and run,
And fling the sparkling pearls upon the air
From out my gleaming hair.

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