[Written for the Sentinel]

Heritage

Hail , son of God! I know thee as thou art;
No faltering step, nor raiment mean and worn,
No empty earth-bound dreams which fear impart
Can veil the heritage to which thou 'rt born.

Thy noble birth is stamped upon thy face,
Thy Father's kingly realm is close at hand,
And raptured love awaits but to embrace
And welcome thee from distant alien land,

Where, lured by phantom joys of mortal sense,
Amid the maze of winding paths alone
Thou wanderedst far to seek a recompense,
While perfect gifts awaited thee at home.

Awake, thou son of God! and claim thy right
To dwell in peace, where Love can see no wrong,
Where Truth bestows the robe of purest white,
And soul is lifted up in joyous song.

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