[Written for the Sentinel]

An Ideal

If I could live to God one single day,—One single day, from early dawn of lightTill the soft twilight deepens into night,—Could curb to gentle speech my hasty tongueAnd check the words impatiently outflung;Could think no thoughts but those of loving kindAnd hold my peace unmarred by hostile mind;Could do each daily deed in gracious wise,Secure against intrusion or surprise;—Methinks could one whole day by me be spentIn speech and thought and act as God hath meant,Henceforth I then could live to God alway.

If I could live to God one single hour,—For that brief span, submitting to His will,Could know the comfort of Christ's "Peace, be still,"Quelling my turbulence to tranquil calm,Healing my restless spirit with sweet balm,Hushing my warring senses into restAs grieving babe is soothed on mother's breast;One single hour wherein no hasty wordShould from my love-enguarded lips be heard,When every act of mine should be so mildAs to be worthy of my Father's child,—Then would I live to magnify Love's power.

January 29, 1916
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