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Poem October 30, 1920 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Thy Likeness

ETHEL E. ROCKWELL

As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.—Psalms 17:15.

A sleep men dream, and dreaming see
A world of pain and misery.
To mist-bound eyes can naught unfold
But forms they vainly strive to hold;
Their erring thoughts make them to dread
And fear the paths they daily tread.

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