[Written for the Sentinel]

Joy is Thine!

Oh, fearful one, couldst thou beholdThe life apart from fears and sighsThat Love unfolds to seeking eyes,Wouldst not with gladness leave the old?

Oh, couldst thou know that Love is nighWith tender comfort at thy side,And doth for every need provide,Wouldst not rejoice and cease to sigh?

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"He doeth the works"
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