[Written for the Sentinel]

The Poor Wise Man

He sat within his walls, and thought
The high, clean thoughts of one who walks with God;
About him swirled the city's toil and strife:
Enchained by sin and pain his brother trod.

He heard the cry of suff'ring ones;
He saw the hosts of wrong encamped about.
One with less wisdom would have drawn his sword,
And rushed forth to the combat with a shout.

He sat within his walls, and knew
That ignorance and want and greed must fall
To nothing, since all space is filled with Love,
And that Love reigns forever over all.

And men in inmost being heard
That clarion call of Truth against the lie;
The city woke to better, purer ways;
Mad passion lost its power, and aims grew high.

He did his work alone with God:
They did not know what filled their cup of bliss.
He knew in all this that he pleased his God;
He was content: men could not add to this.

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Spiritual Refreshment
May 5, 1923

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