UNFOLDMENT

Since Mind unfolds its own idea,No disappointed hope is mine,Or prisoning pride with all its fear;All comes of Thee and all is Thine.

In holy meekness each true thoughtKnows whence it came and where it goes;Not one shall fail! God sows the seed;In flowering grace its beauty grows

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THE PUBLICAN'S PRAYER
October 15, 1955
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