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 But I found no enemy, No man in a world of wrong, That Christ's word of Charity Did not render clean and strong— Who was I to judge my kind, Blindest groper of the blind?

God to you may give the sight And the clear undoubting strength Wars to knit for single right, Freedom's war to knit at length, And to win, through wrath and strife, To the sequel of my life.

But for you, so small and young, Born on Saint Cecilia's Day, I in more harmonious song Now for nearer joys should pray— Simple joys: the natural growth Of your childhood and your youth, Courage, innocence and truth:

These for you, so small and young, In your hand and heart and tongue.

RESIGNATION

Be still, sad soul, be still, Bend you to Heaven's high will. When the toilsome race is run, And the summit strove for won— When secrets are unsealed,