Lord, poverty is not a new
Sensation—even this were not
The utmost poortith it is true;
Yet even so, what shall I do?
If salt has lost its flavor, what
Good is it save for men to trample
Under their feet? Our lives, too, shut
Of purpose languish underfoot.
Thou didst in Jesus give example
How we, according life its worth,
Might live; and his were praxis ample,
Broad as his love, yet we but sample.
’Twas ours, the while upon this earth,
To have release from mortal rue,
But like a mustard seed our faith,
Or less, as so his Gospel saith.