[Written for the Sentinel]

My Shepherd

With tender care He leads meOut of my starless night.With food convenient feeds me,Shows me His blessèd light.

The rough path of my makingHe smooths before my feet;The clouds of fear are breakingBefore Love's sunshine sweet.

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