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Poem August 29, 1914 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Way

MARTHA WEBSTER MERRIHEW

Thou needy, pining,
Not yet divining
Thy God's behest,
Ne'er wilful striving
Toward self-outlined arriving
Can truly gain thy rest.
Make thou the humble path thy choice,
And follow where the Shepherd's voice
Would 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.

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