Poem July 17, 1920 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Pioneer

NELLIE BATES JEWETT

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 rare
That 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 need
Sublime she stood, unfaltering, trustful, meek,
A Love-crowned woman, with uplifted lamp.

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