[Written for the Sentinel.]

Out of the Depths

Where art Thou, Lord? A thousand voices call,And saddened hearts reach out for Thee in vain.Can no light pierce the gloom or lift the pallThat hides Thy healing from a world of pain?

Where art Thou, Truth? Within a dwelling meanA humble heart rejoices. One has foundAbove earth's poverty, by sense unseen,The healing Christ; good doth for all abound!

September 20, 1919
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