[Written for the Sentinel]

Fulfillment

Beneath a weary burden bending low—A burden seeming more than men can bear,Of sin and grief and earth's unending woe—Bowed by its heavy weight of ceaseless care,Upon the shore of earth's deep, troubled sea,A mortal sinks in silent misery.

But as in deepest penitence he bends,In this dark hour which just precedes the morn,A ray of Truth his waking thought attends,And unto him again the Christ is born:The promise of salvation is for themWho, of his garment, e'en may touch the hem.

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