AN ACKNOWLEDGMENT.

For the faith that is not broken

By the burden of the day; For the word that is not spoken (Dearest words are slow to say); For the golden draught unproffered To the thirst that thirsteth on; For the hand that is not offered When the struggling strength is gone; For the sturdy heart that will not Make a pauper of my need; Friend, I mean sometime to thank thee, From my soul, in truth and deed. Wait! Some day, when I am braver, I will do so—say so. Now (Oh! be tender!) I am tired; I have forgotten how.