[Written for the Sentinel]

To a Friend

God love thee, dear,And speak to thee;Touch thee with His fire;Unfold in thee the richness of thy being;Give thee thy desire:Fine loveliness, strong joy, rare purity—All that now thou art in Mind, so may it be!

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