[Written for the Sentinel]

Wilderness

I sought the truth, and, seeking,Found more humble tasks were laid on me.Pleasures dear, much of supplyThat gave me ease, were taken;And I was grieved and wondered,Why must these things be?

Love bade me take the precious keyAnd read the Book. I found thereinThe answer to my questing thought.

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