By Emeline Mitchell Hand

Not that which others cant,

Or learn by rote in schools

But that which in me IS

The God, the Joy, the Good.

And if I falter?

Nay, the Way is there;

The Path to tread

My human self now seeks.

Then Soul, press back the outer things

And let the Light shine thru.

What is the price?

Unending vigilance to keep the burning bright.

What is the gain?

The right to stand with men;

Yet more, to stand alone.

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