After Our Lecture

Lord, once again the feast is past, but longThe strains of heavenly music fill the air.For one brief hour so potent was the songOf Truth and Love revealed as everywhere,Upon the heights he dwells who, yearning, heardThe holy import of that precious word.

Lord, lead our messengers, we humbly pray.For them no sacrifice too great to makeOf human comfort, that the light of dayMay shine upon some heavy heart, or takeIts golden treasure to some lonely shoreOf pain or woe—and bless forevermore.

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