[Written for the Sentinel.]

His Own are Fed

To-day, from far Tiberian coast.He whom the night-bound fishers greet,Incarnate in Life's holy morn,Calls thro' the Christ-illumined dawn,My children, have ye meat?

Who hears the calling Paraclete,Will leave his knotted net behind,Nor count the leagues of sin-swept sea;But here, in Truth's immensity,Cast deep, and he shall find.

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Annual Meeting of Concord Church
January 20, 1906
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