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Poem September 14, 1935 Issue

The Miracle

B. GWENDOLEN NISBET

I took the heavy cross and strove
To bear it in my Master's love.

I leaned upon my Father's might
To bear a burden strangely light.

I laid it at my Father's feet—
A crown of blossoms, fragrant, sweet.

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