[Written for the Sentinel]

The Way

Except your pen should gild a thought with beauty;Except your soul should sing within your song;Excepting that your inmost sense of dutyShould strive the tone of goodness to prolong;Excepting, in a word, your heart's desireWere honestly to give the world its due,Far better, heart, to quench the hidden fire,Than, speaking, thus bring more of ill to view.

For tenderness the famished world is crying,And long has sought for comfort in the clod;While unaware that all its tears and sighingWere token of its lack of faith in God.In Him alone is infinite compassion;And His exhaustless bounty is for all.Yet how can earth receive, except the fashionOf idol-worship cease: then list His call!

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