Poem April 18, 1914 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Assurance

TEDA M. EARLE

I heard a nestling crying in the dark;
The mother hid it 'neath her brooding wing
And quickly hushed the frightened little thing.
I heard an infant crying in the dark;
The mother pressed it to her loving breast,
And soon the troubled child was hushed to rest.
I heard a sad heart crying in the dark;
The Father-Mother God, compassionate and mild,
Took gently by the hand the trembling child,
And lo ! the night was changed to glorious day.

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