[Written for the Sentinel]


God, in His goodness, gave me grace
Through winding roads to wander,

To gaze enrapt on nature's face,
Her glorious vision ponder.

Afar, the hazy hills were set
Like sentinels commanding;

Except the blades of bayonet,
Were only scrub oaks standing.

Aloft, the dome of distant sky,
The song birds southward winging;

While in my ear the wind's soft sigh
A psalm of praise was singing.

Ah, passing symbols! Nature's scroll
Reveals Love's pledge unbroken.

No bitterness shall scar my heart;
God's peace to me hath spoken.

And though through many nameless fears,
And cycles dim I wander,

I'll meekly tread all through the years,
And life's sweet lesson ponder.

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