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.

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