[Written for the Sentinel]

"Lack ye any thing?"

Ah , why do we so easily forgetThe cruse of oil, the modicum of mealThat wasted not? And should we not regretWith tears our want of confidence, and feelOurselves to be unworthy of that careWhich oft provided from a scanty storeA hungry multitude with ample fare,Until they needed nothing more?

Did we not hear the Master when he said,Your heavenly Father knoweth ye have need?Did he not teach us whence our daily breadDoes come; and can our God indeed not feedHis flock, though in the wilderness they stray?Yes, He has proved His love abundantlyIn days gone by. Then on His shoulder layThy burden: He still cares for thee.

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