[Written for the Sentinel]

Trust

When clouds of sense seem dark and drear,And error fain my sight would dim,I turn to God and know no fear,Since I have learned to trust in Him.

And when I seek His guidance true,My path is ever bright and clear,—The clouds roll back, the light breaks through,Behold, eternal Love is here!

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