[Written for the Sentinel]

Prayer

Oh, Love, whose perfect path is known
To all who walk the ways of God,
Whose mysteries are clearly shown
To pilgrims with the gospel shod,

Be Thou to-day so clear to me,
So beautiful, and swift to bless,
That through reflection constantly
I manifest Thy tenderness.

And every sacred shrine shall burn
With flames of Truth divinely bright;
And every weary heart shall turn
In hope toward Thee, the greater light,
Then, like the wise men, seek the birth
Which ushers in the Christ to earth.

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