[Written for the Sentinel]


WHAT though I sleep not nor slumber,who shall be able to numberThe blessings that come in the hush of the night?Though darkness surround meIt cannot confound me,Since God is all presence, all Life, and all light.

In Him I am dwelling;His angels are tellingThe story my longing heart hungers to hear,Of goodness and beautyWhich come when our dutyIs done; and we realize God is so near.

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