[Written for the Sentinel]

The Spoken Word

O Father, teach me how to stillThe clamorings of sense, and fillMy place as listener;That I may hear Thy voice and growTo understand Thy word, and soBecome Thy messenger.

Then teach me how to banish prideAnd stubborn will, that I may bideThy representative,With no false sense of human zeal,That every word may bless and heal,When I Thy message give.

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