[Written for the Sentinel.]

A CALL

RISE up, O child of God, and know Thou need'st not be nor sad, nor weary; The path by which thou hast to go Love-lighted is, nor dark nor dreary.

O holden eyes, that will not see The glory round about thee shining! O hungry soul, Love spreads for thee A table, every need divining!

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