To S T

An Acrostic

Sarah, blest wife of " Terah's faithful Son, "
After a race of years with goodness run,
Regardless heard the promised miracle,
And mocked the blessing as impossible.
How weak is Faith! — even He, the most sincere,

Thomas, to his meek Master not least dear,
Holy, and blameless, yet refused assent
Of full belief, until he could content
Mere human senses. In your piety,
As you are one in name , industriously
So copy them: but shun their weak part — Incredulity .
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