[Written for the Sentinel.]


What shall I render unto God
For all the wealth that Love bestows?
For comfort, peace,—for boundless joy
That from His omnipresence flows?

The Giver of exhaustless good
Needs naught that man could e'er devise;
Indeed, the best that he could bring
Were but the good Love's hand supplies.

Fresh-water lakes, we know, are they
Whose outlet yields what inlet brings;
In verdant meadows they disclose
Their treasure from inflowing springs.

Thus would my grateful tribute find
Expression in dispensing love,
The whole of human sense transformed
By light descending from above.

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