[Written for the Sentinel]


No palm of worldly glory, Lord,No crown of earthly gainAllures, if I may speak the wordThat stills the cry of pain.

My dearest dreams are trifles, Lord,With which I gladly part,But let me know the tender touchThat frees the grieving heart.

November 26, 1927

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