[Written for the Sentinel]

Service

Father, I would serve Thee;What wouldst Thou have of me upon this quiet hill,Where valorous deeds are known as echoes onlyBrought by the winds that voyage where they will?

At dusk I hear the stars Declare Thy handlwork In soft melodious tone; The love that stays each star Is Thine, dear Father, Thine alone.

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