Poem July 31, 1948 ISSUE

EXEMPLAR

Lily Gray

What may Thy servant do this day, dear Lord,To win a weary traveler to Thy door?Shall I go forth with more than Samson's mightTo capture Philistines, a hundred score?

Shall I with clever tongue beguile a man,Lead him by twisted paths towards the dawn?Shall human will teach me to drive Thy lambs,To hedge their pathway in with briar and thorn?

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