[Written for the Sentinel]

Love

O Love, that paints the colors of the rainbow,O Love, that gives the rose its sweet perfume,O Love, that sends the cooling, fresh'ning raindrops,Which make the parched valley bud and bloom;

O Love, that guards the faltering, fluttering sparrow,O Love, that sends the sunbeam's cheering ray,O Love, that guides the weary one to heaven,Thine is the power, the glory Thine, alway!

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