This method is devout enough to trust Christ more than
it does drugs.
Meekly we kneel at our Master's feet, for even a crumb
that falleth from his table. We are hungry for Love, [20]
for the white-winged charity that heals and saves; we
are tired of theoretic husks,—as tired as was the prodi-
gal son of the carobs which he shared with the swine,
to whom he fed that wholesome but unattractive food.
Like him, we would find our Father's house again— [25]
the perfect and eternal Principle of man. We thirst