The Sentinel, by Jeff Day
Charged with a duty to perform,
I stay alert, watching.
From eventime till bright next morn;
My fellows 'proach me, talking.
Hail Friend! I call and bid
Them 'vance and give the countersign.
This they do, I let them through,
Whe'er face is new, or hundredth time.
But if they fail, words cannot tell,
The fate which in them glowers.
Tis honor which hath 'stablished this,
And proves me in all hours.
For brother, son, friend, prince or king
I make not one exception.
But woodland creatures large and small
Are welcome to reception.
Steps to the Endowment.
3 weeks ago