BLACK CAT POEMS
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Edith Willis Linn Forbes
In every great heroic deed
That lifts the human race;
In smallest, dear self-sacrifice,
I see Thy tender face.
I cannot see Thee yet, O God!
In squalor, and in crime;
I long to reach that upward way
Whence all things seem sublime.
Help me, Thy struggling child, to see
The mighty in the small;
Through evil as through righteousness,
To name Thee God of all.
poems by Edith Willis Linn Forbes