[Written for the Sentinel]

The Master's Prayer

A score of centuries agoRose that all-loving plea,In little walled Jerusalem,My Master's prayer for me.

He did not pray for those aloneWho round him stood and heard;His prayer went up for every heartThat trusteth in his word.

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Regeneration
August 14, 1926
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