Poem April 9, 1921 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

A Prayer

NETTIE ORCENA WOLFLEY

Dear Father, tend the garden of my thoughts,Thy dearest care,And uproot every weed and flower Thou hastNot planted there.

Give me, to keep my paths and borders straight,Thy Golden Rule,To fashion them like his who left for menNo sharper tool.

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