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<h1>NEW THOUGHT PASTELS</h1>
<p style="text-align: center"><span class="GutSmall">—BY—</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center">ELLA WHEELER WILCOX</p>
<h2><SPAN name="page9"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>A Dialogue.</h2>
<p style="text-align: center" class="poetry"><i>Mortal</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">THE</span> world is full of
selfishness and greed.<br/>
Lord, I would lave its sin.</p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="poetry"><i>Spirit</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry">Yea, mortal, earth of thy good help has
need.<br/>
Go cleanse <i>thyself</i> within.</p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="poetry"><i>Mortal</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry">Mine ear is hurt by harsh and evil speech.<br/>
I would reform men’s ways.</p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="poetry"><i>Spirit</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry">There is but one convincing way to teach.<br/>
Speak <i>thou</i> but words of praise.</p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="poetry"><i>Mortal</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry">On every hand is wretchedness and grief,<br/>
Despondency and fear.<br/>
Lord, I would give my fellow men relief.</p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="poetry"><SPAN name="page10"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
10</span><i>Spirit</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry">Be, then, all hope, all cheer.</p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="poetry"><i>Mortal</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry">Lord, I look outward and grow sick at heart,<br/>
Such need of change I see.</p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="poetry"><i>Spirit</i>.</p>
<p class="poetry">Mortal, look <i>in</i>. Do thy allotted
part,<br/>
And leave the rest to ME.</p>
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