[Written for the Sentinel.]

"THINE INHERITANCE."

Dear dweller in the dust of earth,
Man is not dust, and ne'er shall be:
His lineage of celestial birth
Provides a happier fate for thee:
Then lift on high those earth-bound eyes,
And take thy birthright of the skies.

Through Truth is the dominion given
Of all the earth, and air, and sea:
And all the height of highest heaven
Becomes a paradise for thee:
And thou shalt know nor sin, nor pain,
For Love has loosed thy captive chain.

Like eagle brooding o'er her young,
God hides thee 'neath His wings of might:
From fowler's snare and slander's tongue
He guides thy wandering ways aright:
The shafts of hate He turns aside,
And screens thee from the scorner's pride.

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