Poem November 21, 1903 Issue

"Inasmuch as ye have done it unto me"

EUGENIA BEATRICE MABURY.

O God , behold my open hands:
Place Thou my work within;
They emptied are of earthly gain
And pleasurings of sin.

For all was dross; it could not fill
My hungry, longing heart.
And now, O Love that satisfies,
I humbly beg my part

In Life's great work, the Truth to prove
To all humanity,—
Those weary ones who starve for bread
That now is feeding me,—

O Father mine, guide Thou me on,
And let me strive for Thee.
The answer comes: "Work thou for these,
My little ones,—for Me."

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