[Written for the Sentinel]

The Way

Thou needy, pining,Not yet diviningThy God's behest,Ne'er wilful strivingToward self-outlined arrivingCan truly gain thy rest.Make thou the humble path thy choice,And follow where the Shepherd's voiceWould lead thee on thy quest,—Lo, rest at hand that would abide!Lo, peace that waits on ev'ry side!Lean on thy Father's breast.

August 29, 1914

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