[Written for the Sentinel]

The Only Wealth

Had I the world, its riches and its fame,
Its love, the wisdom of its greatest sage,
With all the honor the false senses claim,
Ancestral glory down from age to age,

How poor my lot! I needs must look above,
Beyond earth's symbols; see the heaven-born day.
When God is found, and the desire to love,—
Behold, these shadows fade and pass away!

This happy day is now,—will ever be.
Oh, may I seek this truth, and make it mine;
And know no substance but Thy peace to me,—
The fruit of righteous thoughts of Thee and Thine!

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