Poem September 6, 1913 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

Creation

MARY JAMES ARNOLD

Darkness upon the deep,—bowed down with sorrow,Discouragement, and grief, and bitter tearsFor all that seemed to be. No new tomorrowShed ray of hope, of help adown the years.

But hush, a breath, a whisper, 'tis the Spirit!Spirit of God, shine thou my heart within;Move thou upon this deep; thy tender broodingShall heal my grief and banish all my sin!

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