[Written for the Sentinel.]

WATCH!

With trailing wing I fluttered low,Along the ground in sorry plight;I heard the voice of Truth, and lo!It broke the darkness of my night:No poison dart had laid me low,But praise of friend,—an ambushed foe.My ruffled plumage once again I dressed;The world for me held nought,I only loved my Lord! and by Him blessed,With joy again aloft I soared.

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