Poem August 31, 1912 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

LIVING WATER

MINNA MATHISON.

I know a wood, dim, quiet, cool,
Where many a pleasant hour was spent;
Where happy children, free from school,
On holiday excursions went.

Deep in the green wood's leafy shade,
A bubbling spring disturbed the calm,
Where of our hands a cup we made
And drank from out the curled-up palm.

And none who sought that pleasant bourne
E'er missed his way, far wandering,
For long ago our feet had worn
A narrow pathway to the spring.

How sweet to know that Truth doth give
Its healing stream in ceaseless flow,
And we who, finding, drink and live,
To those who thirst the way can show.

Thus we can voice, in word and deed,
The truth our own lives quickening.
And thus we make, for others' need,
A pathway to th' eternal spring.

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