[Written for the Sentinel]

To-day

I do not mean to pass this dayIn stupid sense of ease,To smile on evil, fawn on fear—Thus mortal mind to please.

But I shall meekly, yet with strengthSent from my God on high,Stand at His gate, and see that noneBut purest thoughts come nigh.

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