[Written for the Sentinel]

The Pioneer

Because for me she wrought with marvelous care,Can I the debt toss carelessly aside—Content to feast in idleness and pride,Unmindful of her fast, her ceaseless prayer?Can I forget that sweet compassion rareThat stole across my night when longing cried?Oh, tell me, shall I now this treasure hide,This priceless pearl, so radiantly fair?

Bring all the tithes,—this was her daily creed,—His storehouse fill that none may lack for meat,Sang in her heart a clear, unbroken chant;And in the solitude of darkest needSublime she stood, unfaltering, trustful, meek,A Love-crowned woman, with uplifted lamp.

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