A Dialogue

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.