Poem March 15, 1900 ISSUE

Sweet Rebuke

BY ELLA S. SARGENT.

His faithful ones, the Master said,The sick would surely heal;Would "cleanse the leper," "raise the dead,"And God, in flesh, reveal.

Less barren, Father, seems the tree,More fertile, desert sandsThan I, who yield no fruit to TheeSave prayer-enfolded hands!

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