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Poem August 8, 1908 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE LISTENING EAR

AMY RUTH WENZEL.

When at dawn the breeze came bringing
Music faint, in olden morns.
To the saint 'twas angel singing,
To the child 'twas elfin horns.

Still the pure and good, child-hearted,
Hear that music as of old;
And to them is Truth imparted
As the waking flowers unfold.

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