[Written for the Sentinel]

Thy Heritage

Thou makest not thyself; there is no manSelf-made. Cease petty fears and troubled strife;Let be the Mind of Christ! Take what is thine.Forever fresh, forever true; withinHis thought-filled now, doth Mind all gloriouslyExpress thee. Make thine own His splendid willOmnipotent, commanding thee to be,To flower forth in His glad loveliness,Fulfilling thy desire importunate.O royal man, the image of great Mind,Behold He loveth thee! Sing forth in joy!Now art thou true to thy high heritage!

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Signs of the Times
March 17, 1928
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