[Written for the Sentinel]

Awake Thou

Doth thy way seem lonely, tired heart,Thy way seem far from other men apart,No friendly far out-reaching hand,No one near to understandThy hopes, the good that thou wouldst know?Then, tired heart, arise and goWith friendly hand outstretched and giveThy very best unto each passer-by, and liveSo close to God that thou canst seeJust what thy God would have thee be.Step from thy garment of self-pity old,—Live thou the sweetest story told,Forget thyself, thy lonely way,Give unto thy God each newborn day;Lend not to error's seeming powerOne moment of God's holy hour,Listen only for thy Father's voice;Awake thou! And rejoice! Rejoice!

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