[Written for the Sentinel]

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A SILENT voice bids me be strong,With strength which cometh only from the Lord!

Though grief my eyes may fill, my heart may rend,I still can trust and say, 'T is not the end.God reacheth down His hand; and I look up,And place my hand, in confidence, in His.Then, separate from mortal strife, can stand On vantage ground and see the promised land.

February 2, 1924
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