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Poem September 8, 1923 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

To-day

MAY TRIPLETT BELLAIRS

I do not mean to pass this day
In stupid sense of ease,
To smile on evil, fawn on fear—
Thus mortal mind to please.

But I shall meekly, yet with strength
Sent from my God on high,
Stand at His gate, and see that none
But purest thoughts come nigh.

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