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Poem August 9, 1924 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Way

PERCY WAXMAN

Our days with trouble are beset
When solely for ourselves we live,
Until we learn that what we get
Depends in turn on what we give.

In quest of love we press and strain,
And search here, there, below, above,
Until we learn that to obtain
Love's blessed token, we must love.

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