[Written for the Sentinel.]


O wondrous harmony! Where every thought—That subtle, inner thing we cannot see—A willing captive unto Christ is broughtAnd merged in God's immensity,And thus, through broader use finds wider scopeIn fields of richness, where it roameth free;Borne up and on by one unending hope,—Still to unfold in all eternity!

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