[Written for the Sentinel]

An Angel Song

I know the way, I cried, I know!Up, up I ran—untilA waymark cautioned me: This isThe path of human will.

So, meekly I retraced my stepsWith stumbling feet and slow;Repeating, Show me, Lord, the wayThat Thou wouldst have me go.

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