Our Isaac

MABEL GORDON-INGLIS

HAST thou an Isaac who is held most dear?
Perchance a memory, or still so near
That every thought of him is fraught with fear?
Give him to God.

Hast thou an Isaac with a gilded crown,
Worldly ambition for the world's renown?
Build thou an altar, humbly lay him down,
Trusting to God.

God gives us back our Isaacs purified,
Tried in the furnace, tested, glorified;
With our desire for good so magnified
That God is All.

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