Rand and the Micmacs

by Jeremiah S. Clark

Thy mission of love—and though dangers should lurk

In each step of thy pathway—yet onward still move

Rejoicing to know that thy God doth approve—

And oh, if e’er weary or faint by the way,

Thy footsteps from duty are tempted to stray,

Remember one Micmac looks down from above,

The fruit of thy labour, the fruit of thy love;

The pledge which to thee by thy God hath been given,

That the seed sown on earth shall be garnered in Heaven.

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