"THE BABE WE ARE TO CHERISH"

Like Hagar, doubting and downcastWhen fount of hope seems spent and dried,Would we let fear deplete our trust,And let despair and anguish hideGod's love?

Like Hagar, would we leave the ladAnd comfortless shed bitter tears,Accepting dreams of mortal sense—The very fountain of our tears—As real?

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March 6, 1948
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