[Written for the Sentinel ]

Substance

DIVINE ideas abound eternally, For Mind omniscient is and infinite, And ever has, and will, unceasingly Fulfill each promise set in Holy Writ.

Naught need we but to claim our heritage, Ne'er found by tilling in earth's futile soil— Seek first the kingdom. Thus it is we bridge The sense of lack, and find unlabored toil;

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