[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Way of the Cross

I do not know that I shall everBe called to do some noble deed and great;I only know my peace flows like a river,And I can wait.

In darkest moments though I seem forsakenBy friends, and all that human sense holds dear,I yet can know, it is the way that Love hath takenTo draw me near.

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