Poem February 5, 1921 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

Thanksgiving

EDWARD O. AUGE

Through the rays of Love divine,I thank Thee, Lord, true light doth shine;Truth and Love are now my stay,And watch and guide me all the way;Praise to Him who heareth prayer,—Blessings, blessings, everywhere!

I thank Thee for that peace of MindThat in Thee I always find,More precious far than finest gold;Thoughts of Love Thou dost unfold.Gratitude is thinking good,Knowing Truth my daily food.

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