Poem May 23, 1914 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

"In quiet resting-places"

LUMAN A. FIELD

Within Thy gentle solitudes,O Love, I come and wait and rest,Knowing Thy pure beatitudesWill well reward my weary quest.

Within Thy secret ways of peace,Where strife and turmoil ne'er appear,I find a sure, complete releaseFrom sin and pain and anxious fear.

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