[Written for the Sentinel]

Healing

I Studied like a troubled child,I pondered line on line.I wondered why I did not winThe gentle healing sign.

I looked again for answered prayer,But only looked in vain.My faith was dulled, my courage ebbed,My tears came down like rain.

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December 25, 1920
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