The Good Neighbor

When in pity for distress you goDown the road to mankind's Jericho,Be prepared to pour on wounded thoughtOil from Christ's dear sancturary brought;Minister to him who droops from careWine distilled from praise in secret prayer.

When you come from mounts of sacred thought,Mingle with the wearied, wronged, unsought;Pause beside them on the roadside drear,Speak of healing, Science, strength, and cheer;Lead them safely to compassion's inn,Pay love's penny for their care therein.

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Divine Impetus
April 25, 1942
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