[Written for the Sentinel.]

"HE THAT KEEPETH ISRAEL"

WHEN under bright'ning morning skiesTo its day's work the city wakes,And men to all their problems rise,Yet know the Love that ever makesLife's burdens light and strength supplies,There sounds o'er many a busy streetAnd all the human toil above,The chime of bells whose music sweetA message brings of peace and love.

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