[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE LESSON OF PATMOS

No dwelling-place in palace walls,No cant of creed, no vain display,No cushioned couch nor gilded hallsCould mark the Revelator's way;But on a rock all drear and bare,A wave-washed, desolate abode,—The lone apostle praying thereDrew nearer to his loving God,On Patmos.

So we, midst life's tempestuous days,May brave the wrathful storms of hate,May turn our cries to hymns of praise,And open wide the heavenly gate;If we but put our trust in God,And cleanse our hearts of all but love,Forget the mists of earth's abode,And lift our eyes to skies above,From Patmos.

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