[Written for the Sentinel]

Love's Bounty

Love maketh all things new,—Oh, let my heart rejoice;Let me give thanks in word and songWith glad, uplifted voice.

Love's feast is ever spread;The lowly may partake.Lo, we have sought and we have foundThe fount our thirst to slake.

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