[Written for the Sentinel]

"Thy will be done"

Father, forgive me, that I could believeMan in Thy likeness met me to deceive;That I was prone to see my brother's illAs real, as his, and he Thy image still!

Father, forgive me, that I tried in vainTo raise another from his couch of pain;That, drugged in human sympathy, my prayerRose scarcely higher than his load of care!

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