Poem September 30, 1916 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

A Table in the Wilderness

GEORGE AMBROSE DENNISON

A TRAVELER on a lone and barren way
Met one that hungered. "Give me bread, I pray !"
With pitying heart he asked to hear no more,
But freely gave from his own scanty store.

In humbleness he gave, and reverently
Remembered 'twas the Father's bounty free
That fed the famished brother; he but stood
As almoner, to serve eternal good.

And Love divine was quick the deed to bless,

For lo, a table in the wilderness !
Refreshed, the traveler went his joyful way,
Suffused in glory of a new-born day.

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