[Written for the Sentinel]

The Awakening

I prayed to God in tears and sorrow,I feared to-day—I feared to-morrow.Then Love came whispering soft and sweet:Oh, learn, dear child, at Jesus' feet.

For what you fear is but a seeming.Awake; spend not your time in dreaming!There's work to do, and few to labor,Work for yourself, and for your neighbor.

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