Poem March 17, 1917 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

We Praise Thee, O Lord

HELEN A. LEE

For love that makes all alien people kin;
For joy that glows, illuming all within;
For peace, full flowing river of the soul;
Long suffering charity, beholding aye the goal;
For gentleness, compassionate to the poor;
For goodness, native, changeless, and secure;
For meekness, of reviling unaware,
And temperance, to use Thy gifts with care;
For faith, assurance Thou art still the same
Pure Spirit whom Thy plenteous gifts proclaim,—
We laud and magnify Thy glorious name!

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