[Written for the Sentinel]

What Do Ye More?

What do ye more than others, if ye greet Your brethren only as ye daily meet The passing throng? The Master's challenge clear Warns would-be followers: Ye gladly hear My Word declaring man, pure Spirit's son; Not human-born; hence, all in Truth are one. Then in each countenance do ye not find God's image shining forth? No longer blind With matter's veil, rejoice to recognize Dear kindred, bound to you by changeless ties. But if ye love, hate, flesh, e'en as before, What marks you from the rest? What do ye more?

What do ye more than other, if ye please To quest in fields of sense, to take your ease? Earth's fleeting vanity once learned, if still Ye grasp its gilded toys, and moments fill With chasing day-dream shadows, are ye not With foolish mortals classed, a godless lot, Whose ignorance of things divine impels To look for satisfaction where none dwells? If deeming any boon in worldly store, How differ ye from them? What do ye more?

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