1 A DIALOGUE

MORTAL

The world is full of selfishness and greed. Lord, I would lave its sin.

SPIRIT

Yea, mortal, earth of thy good help has need. Go cleanse THYSELF within.

MORTAL

Mine ear is hurt by harsh and evil speech. I would reform men's ways.

SPIRIT

There is but one convincing way to teach. Speak THOU but words of praise.

MORTAL

On every hand is wretchedness and grief,

Despondency and fear.

Lord, I would give my fellow men relief.

SPIRIT

Be, then, all hope, all cheer.

MORTAL

Lord, I look outward and grow sick at heart, Such need of change I see.

SPIRIT

Mortal, look IN. Do thy allotted part,

And leave the rest to ME.