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Poem December 2, 1916 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Pleasant Land

W. EDSON SMITH

"Love never faileth": Up—around—
Our joyous thoughts are winging,
With Love pervading every song,
Love smiling at their singing.

"Love never faileth": We too smile,—
Clasp hands and go our way,—
Each springtime but a little while
Beyond November's gray.

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