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Poem October 18, 1924 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Freedom

ESTHER L. HILL

The room is large wherein we walk;
Our feet are free to come and go.
No more we fear; for now we know
That Truth is here, and Truth sets free.

Unhampered by the fear of ill,
Unfettered now by form and rite,
We feel the peace and joy of might,
The freedom of the sons of God.

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