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Poem November 11, 1922 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Stars

EDITH MAE BRISAC

And He that giveth to the stars their place
Will surely give it unto us to trace
His will within our lives.
A privilege this, to live with thoughts so fair
That flowers of Mind will grow and blossom there;
To keep our thoughts so full of the true light,
That they may shine as stars in deepest night.

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