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Poem May 30, 1925 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Consecration

EDITH MARGARET HOLMAN

Once when the daily round seemed dull and drear,
This message came to me, divinely clear:
Know, child of Mine, that all I ask
Is that thy daily task
Shall with such loving care and tenderness
Be wrought, that all who see
May feel and recognize 't was done for Me.

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