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Poem August 15, 1908 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE MORNING

STOKES ANTHONY BENNETT.

I look to Thee, Thou God of right,
My refuge, fortress, my delight,
Each breaking day.
No evil thing can me befall,
For Thou art good and Thou art all
Upon my way.

Father, Thou knowest the strength I need
For daily thought and daily deed;
And Thou wilt give.
To work for Thee, Thy children, too,—
To love, forgive, uplift, be true:
So let me live.

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