Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord,
What may Thy service be?—
Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word,
But simply following Thee.
We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray;
But, dim or clear, we own in Thee,
The Light, the Truth, the Way!
John Greenleaf Whittier (Our Master).
Many verses are omitted from this poem for want of space, and the last two are transposed in order.