Poem February 22, 1919 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Upward Path

FRANCES A. HALDANE

Let me not be a channel, Love divine,For any secret hate or open strife:The thought that leads to Thee, though sore beset,Must hold one in the sense of perfect life.

Let me not, in the jostling of the throng,Another from the onward pathway thrust:May I be glad that every one hath rightsEqual to mine in all that's good and just.

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