[Written for the Sentinel]

The Answer

At morn I pray,Whate'er to-day may ask of me,My love of Truth so pure may beThat it may ever point the wayTo prove His love divine, His tender care,For all His children everywhere.

At eve I seeThat as God's will I do obey,It leads me into paths untrod,Where He alone can be my stay.I feel His love, His tender care,And know that He is everywhere.

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