Poem October 9, 1920 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

"Comfort ye"

MARY A. BLOMFIELD

Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished. Isaiah xl. 1, 2.

Comfort ye, O my children,But be quick to hear and do,For Love is calling, calling,Love is calling unto you.

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