[Written for the Sentinel.]

An Offering

Here at Thy feet, O God, I humbly lay
A human heart that yearns to rightly pray;
O teach me that Thy perfect will
Is Truth; to know Thee, and be still.

Here at Thy feet, O Love, in ashes falls
My mortal self that hugged its prison walls
And deemed them part of Love's design
Till Love revealed His will divine.

Here at Thy feet, O Truth, O Love, O Life,
My new-born self awakes to nobler strife;
To break this mortal dream and see
Good as the one reality.

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The Real and the Unreal
March 10, 1906

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