A Dialogue (New Thought Pastels)
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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