[Written for the Sentinel.]

"THE SINLESS JOY"*

It gave the Master comfort to the end.It makes the humblest child of earth thy friend.So gently, and so filled with healing balm—Have ye not felt its wondrous holy calmSteal o'er thy heart and lull thy sense of pain,Till words to do it justice seem in vain?This is the sinless joy of him who ledHis chosen few to God, and raised the dead.

How now, O child inured to baneful ease,So prone to sensuous hours, so hard to please,Might not some friend dissuade thee from thy wineTo seek one moment for this joy divine,And seeking, taste God's nectar sweet and rare,Or don the seamless robe that all may wear?For, lo ! one glimpse of heaven is more to theeThan all the pleasures known on land and sea.

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