[Written for the Sentinel]

Free

Bound by sickness, sin, tradition?Hopeless captive though you be,Love hath power to loose your fetters,And the truth will set you free.

Burst the bonds that would restrain you!Leave your gloomy prison cell,Wing your way to Love's sweet sunshine,There in light divine to dwell.

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Covetousness
October 15, 1921
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