A Dialogue (New Thought Pastels)

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by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

                                   MORTAL

   The world is full of selfishness and greed.
   Lord, I would lave its sin.

                                   SPIRIT

   Yea, mortal, earth of thy good help has need.
   Go cleanse _thyself_ within.

                                   MORTAL

   Mine ear is hurt by harsh and evil speech.
   I would reform men’s ways.

                                   SPIRIT

   There is but one convincing way to teach.
   Speak _thou_ but words of praise.

                                   MORTAL

   On every hand is wretchedness and grief,
   Despondency and fear.
   Lord, I would give my fellow men relief.

                                   SPIRIT

   Be, then, all hope, all cheer.

                                   MORTAL

   Lord, I look outward and grow sick at heart,
   Such need of change I see.

                                   SPIRIT

   Mortal, look _in_. Do thy allotted part,
   And leave the rest to ME.

 

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