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Poem May 25, 1929 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Little Prayer

ANNE CLEVELAND CHENEY

As I lingered for a moment by the door,
And overheard the baby's prayer
Whispered to implore
Our Father's blessing, all the air
Seemed filled with fragrance—just as though
A bud had soft unfolded there
On some rare stem which only angels know.

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