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Poem January 25, 1913 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel.]

GIVING

STELLA E. SAXTON.

Let me but give, dear Lord,
Out of my store,
What Thou hast given me—
I ask no more!
Even as sunbeams fare
Forth from the sun,
So may I, too, reflect
Love's sweet guerdon.
Shine into some dark heart,
Scatter its fears,
Reveal the stars again,
Hidden by tears.

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