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Poem September 2, 1922 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Light

ROBERT E. KEY

In the dark glade,
Every gray shade
Falls like a bar;
But, if you gaze
Up to a star,
All the wide sky,
With its still majesty,
Lives to the eye!

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