[Written for the Sentinel]

Harmony

Oh, for a broader love, that clasps a whileBoth friend and seeming enemy in one embrace;That sees the true reflection of God's smile 'Neath earth's cold frown in every brother's face!

Oh, for a deeper hope, whose anchors lie Not on the shallow ground or shifting sand,That, passing fortune's fickle favors by,Leaves all within the hollow of His hand!

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