[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE CAUSE OF GRATITUDE

In fervent penitential prayer,A conscience-stricken sinner bowed;Nor pomp, nor ceremonial riteWith hollow form his words endowed.O God in heaven, be mercifulTo me, a sinner! Thus he cried;His heartfelt wail met quick response,Thought was uplifted, purified;Christ rose within, for sin had died.

From out an anguished night of pain,A woman lifted up her thoughtTo Israel's God of tender love,And peace and healing comfort sought.When, lo! a new-born anthem wokeThe slumbering faith within her breast,Till conquered pain gave place to praiseFor Love's serene, unbroken rest—And she arose, God's bidden guest.

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