[Written for the Sentinel]

"Come unto me"

O THOU that ploddest day by day Along earth's weary, stony way, Whose heart is bowed with sorrow, care, Come, rest—behold Truth's vista fair!

For as with downcast eyes and gaze Thou seest but the earth, upraise Thine eyes to holy heights and see Love's joys and Love fore'er with thee.

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Divine Principle
August 19, 1916
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