[Written for the Sentinel]


Words, words, words; multiplicity of words and nothing said: In vain we strive to voice the woes o'er which our hearts have bled,

Or paint the scenes of beauty on which our eyes have fed. Words, words, words; multiplicity of words, and nothing said. Set thou a watch, O Lord, before my lips and silence strife; Fill thou my mouth with words that speak but Love and Truth and Life.

September 4, 1920

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