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Poem January 10, 1925 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

God's Gift

WILSON K. DOTY

The grace of God!
It comes we know not how;
It blesses us where'er we be,
Whate'er we do, and now.

The grace of God,
We only have to know,
Will always be our present help
To guide us as we grow.

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