[Written for the Sentinel.]

TWO PRAYERS

One in the prison-house of erring thought,Where darkness reigned through the unlighted year,In stress and tears, for his own worship, wroughtA frowning God of vengeance and of fear.Teach me, he cried, though blind, to follow Thee;To tread Thy thorny way, where'er it lie;And if it lead at last to Calvary,Teach me to die!

One answered him from that clear light divine,Of faith that sears with every conscious breath:A God of immortality is mine,Why need I think, then, of the change called death?Christ sought to wear the crown of thorns alone;I humbly take the gift He fain would give,And may the God who loveth all His own,Teach me to live!

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