Little Gray Songs from St. Joseph's - Part 20

Nay, we are loads for them to lift,
And straws to show their current's drift,
And we are riddles they must sift,
Even riddles they must read.
And we are signs of their unthrift—
Ay—signs of tasks that they have left.
They shall be shriven with this shrift:
“Go make their need your need.”
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