[Written for the Sentinel.]

A PSALM OF GRATITUDE

All praise to Thee, all glory to Thy name,Our Father, God, O Love divine,For like refreshing summer dew,That lifts the thirsty flowers anew,Thy mercy fills this heart of mine.

My thoughts that dwell in secret sing to TheeA psalm of praise that lifts its voice(Above discordant mortal tones,That error sings and sorrow moans),To bid the heart of man rejoice.

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