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Poem May 10, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

To a Friend

ESTHER BRINTON

God love thee, dear,
And speak to thee;
Touch thee with His fire;
Unfold in thee the richness of thy being;
Give thee thy desire:
Fine loveliness, strong joy, rare purity—
All that now thou art in Mind, so may it be!

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