Poem July 20, 1929 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

What Do Ye More?

FREDERICK STARR CAMPBELL

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?

What do ye more than others when ye see
God infinite, wrong impotent, man free;
If yet surrendering to darksome fear,
Susmissive bowing down to sickness drear,
Or sin; so use in vain God's holy name?
'T is aye your sacred privilege to claim
Omnipotence a shield in trouble's hour,
To know loud-boasting devils own no power,
And futile prove their stupid, threatening roar.
If cowed like other men, what do ye more?

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