Poem October 13, 1917 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Love Unchanging

EDITH L. PERKINS

Hush, little one.
'Tis but a passing dream that makes thee weep;
Thy mother's here, and watch o'er thee doth keep,—Hush, little one.

Rest, tired heart.
What makes thee grieve is but a groundless fear;
God changeth not, His arms are ever near,—
Rest, tired heart.

Rest, weary world.
E'en while thou criest that the battle's long
Love's changeless law is righting every wrong,—
Rest, weary world.

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