Poem January 31, 1920 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Love

E. K. ILLINGWORTH

I Sang my song to the sunshine,
I whispered it in the air,
The breezes bore it on loving arms
And wafted it everywhere!

The children smiled as they heard it,
The birds more gladly trilled,
The flowers lifted their drooping heads
And the air with fragrance filled.

The song healed the broken-hearted
And lifted each load of care;
It stayed the tears that started,
And comforted everywhere.

Its message is never ending,
For 'twas given me from above,
And it told of our Father-Mother
And the infinite heart of Love.

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