[Written for the Sentinel.]

GRATITUDE

Not in words—too oft but empty sound,As lifeless as the swish and whirl of leavesIn autumn wind—is best expressed the grateful thought.Words, empty words, beat on the listening earBut as spent waves upon the shore,Yet lack their life, their rhythmic harmony.The truly grateful heart will ever speakIn loving deed and ready helping hand;In giving to another strong Godspeed!In seeking how he best may understandAnd meet his brother's need in Love's own way.Thus only can he show the Christian thought,That seeks to know no other Mind than His.

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