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Poem July 5, 1924 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Wayside

MARION SUSAN CAMPBELL

I thought I had a stony path;
And wearied by my load,
I sighed because the enemy
Had strewn thorns in the road.

But when I ceased my murmurings
And planned my path no more,
I found the wayside filled with flowers
I never saw before.

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