[Written for the Sentinel]


Because, O God, Thy glory I would see,I raise my daily prayer for purity;That all the crude, unsightly sketches tracedWithout Thy wise direction, be erased;And on the ready tablet of my thought,Only Thy faultless pattern may be wrought.Make sweet and clean my judgment, till I seeThy pure creation as 'tis seen of Thee;And where a blemished mortal would be healed,Let man of Thine own making be revealed.Give me a purity too firm to cowerBeneath the grossest lie's pretended power;Too strongly grounded to become a vaneFor every gust of ill to whirl amain.This purity in judgment, deed, desire,Will bring the holy boon which I aspire,And, o'er that blest communion keeping ward,Stand like an angel with a flaming sword.

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