Cry "Common and unholy!" to thee still,
And, uninspired, in grief before thee bow.
O Thou, whose Own the way we fare hath trod,
Give to thy children quick, discerning eyes
To see in life upspringing from the sod
All the divineness that within it lies,
Till humble service lift us to the skies
Who, "doubting nothing," seek thy will, O God!
—Louise Manning Hodgkins.
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