[Written for the Sentinel]


I Thank Thee, God, for Thy correcting voice,Which guides me tenderly throughout each day;For, chastened by Thy love, I can rejoiceIn sacrificing self to gain Thy way.

I thank Thee, too, for Truth that lifts me upAbove the ways of men, unto Thy throne.Spare not the rod, nor e'en the bitter cupTill I forsake my will and seek Thine own.

November 16, 1918

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