[Written for the Sentinel]

Before the Dawn

Comes there a time when thou canst see no clearing,Nor way that seems to lead thee up and on?When feeble faith doth feebler grow through fearing,Forgetful of the past and victories won?

Ah! faltering heart, this is the time for knowingThy Father's work is finished, lacking naught,And to His child eternally He's showingHow thou shalt fill thy place that Love hath wrought.

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