[Written for the Sentinel]

To a Friend

How beautiful God's glories are!The blue, blue sky, the silv'ry star,Each budding flow'r, each spreading tree,Breathes of His love for you and me.And ah! dear heart, so tender, true,Again His love I see in you!

March 11, 1922

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