[Written for the Sentinel]

Yussuf Ben Orem

Yussuf Ben Orem at his door
Admitted all whose need was sore,
And freely gave to all who came
What aid he might in God's high name.

One came, a friend, and on his knees
Spake thus: O friend, if that thou please
To prove thyself indeed a friend,
I prithee, fourscore talents lend!

Didst thou, friend, first at God's throne pray?
Hast thou then there been turned away?
Do not the Holy Scriptures read,
God is our help in every need?

And hath not God said, Cursed be he
Who bends to fellow man his knee,
And seeks before a human throne
The aid that comes from God alone?

The suppliant rose with face aglow:
A priceless gift dost thou bestow
In making plain wherein I erred,
Departing from God's holy word.

He leadeth me, His erring child,
Back to His house from dreary wild,
And lovingly His grace supplies,
Makes rich the poor, the foolish wise.

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