[Written for the Sentinel]

"My Father worketh hitherto"

What can I do without my Father's aid?Naught can avail this puny human will.His plan for me already has been made.No place but mine can I be asked to fill.

What can I see which His hand hath not wrought?Only the truth can He to me reveal;I seek His path—and find it—'tis in thought.His tender, guiding hand in mine I feel.

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