[Written for the Sentinel]

Eternal Justice

Amid the crowded clamor of the way,
The noisy mart within the temple gate,—
The bickering who will or will not pay,
Covetousness that stalketh soon and late,
The lust for gain which quickly turns to hate,
Or ruthless thrusts the weaker to the wall,
While some of justice make a show, and prate
That he who fell no doubt deserved the fall,—
O Thou most just, upon Thy name we call!
Thou holdst the balance in Thine unseen hands;
Be Thou with us when foemen would enthrall.
Thy truth eternal as the mountain stands.
O Thou most just, who filledst primal day,
Puissant through all ages, be our stay!

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September 19, 1914

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