[Written for the Sentinel]


Blessed river of truth that flows from the throne of God, On thy green banks of old the feet of the prophets trod; To-day our waiting hearts at sound of thy murmur thrill, And we lay our burdens down at Christ's command, "Be still."

October 2, 1920

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