[Written for the Sentinel]


A gentle shower of cooling rainFell on my little world to-day;And in its quiet, tender wayHas washed away the dust and stain.

The tiny flowering things of ThineIn gladness raised their heads to say,We thank Thee, Father, more each dayFor tender care and love divine.

August 4, 1928

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