[Written for the Sentinel.]


A Path I chose, wherein my feet should tread;It lay before me, lily-lined and fair;Roses and sunshine, summer skies o'erhead,Sweet peace, companionship, and love, were there.

"And service?" came a voice with question clear—"Doth duty call thee to this path of flowers?Dost find therein sad hearts, o'erwhelmed with fear,Seeking surcease from pain through weary hours?

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