[Written for the Sentinel.]


O Father Mind, may I e'er read,Mark, inwardly digest, and heedWith eager sight, undimmed, untired,Thy written Word—the page inspired;Nor errant thought rob consciousnessOf aught which would uplift and bless.May e'er the lines for me retainTheir erstwhile freshness—may I gainWith each perusal clearer view—A higher thought of that is true.Oh, grant me ne'er to rest contentWith lower sense of what is meant,But rise and ever rise, till I receiveAll that the writer had to give.And, Father, this my earnest prayer:May I obey what I find there!

October 26, 1912

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