[Written for the Sentinel]

God's Dear Love

I know —when changes come and go,
And paths are difficult to see;
When human hopes would ebb and flow—
It is Thy love that quiets me.
For when I love in shine or rain,
I prove it just the thing worth while;
And others would my secret gain,
The reason why I smile.

And so I find, by day, by night,
A calm and certain rest in Thee.
When troubles come, and fears affright,
It is Thy love that quiets me.
It is so broad, so deep, so high—
I say, when thoughts of evil come—
That, surely, as it is so nigh,
I here may find my home.

And it is this the while it seems
That earth's dear scenes may changing be,
Still, stronger far than mortal dreams,
It is Thy love that quiets me,
And so my prayer goes day by day:
Love, give me just that selfless air
That others, feeling it, may pray,
"Grant me Thy love to share."

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August 9, 1919

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