[Written for the Sentinel]


Dear Lord, I cried, if Thou art God,Reveal Thyself to me;In wondrous sign or mighty deed,I would Thy glory see.This mountain pile bid Thou depart,The surging sea divide;Or bid me walk upon its waves,Defiant of the tide.

Or give to me the boon I crave—A seat among the great,That I may with the rich and proud,Myself ingratiate.If Thou wouldst bless with gift of tongues,With great and mighty voice,Such theories I would expound,As make the world rejoice.

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