[Written for the Sentinel]

The Awakening

When in an early morning hourI gazed across the sky,Reflected there I saw the powerOf Him who reigns on high.

As broke the sun's first morning beamForth from the shades of night,I seemed to waken from a dream;My heart was filled with light.

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Trust in Principle
April 9, 1921
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