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Poem January 12, 1924 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Trust

MILDRED EDWARDS GREENMAN

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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