[Written for the Sentinel]

"What hast thou in the house?"

"What hast thou in the house?"
Dear Lord, I seek in vain;
All seems so poor and mean,
All looks so sparse and lean,
For fear was always seen
Within my house.

"What hast thou in the house?"
Dear Lord, I look again;
Thy likeness is not mean,
Fear never came between,
For boundless Love has been
Within Thy house.

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September 18, 1920
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