The Poetry Corner

Two Women

By Fay Inchfawn

"I beseech Euodias, and beseech Syntyche, that they be of the same mind in the Lord" -- Phil. iv. 2, EUODIAS. But if Paul heard her tattlings, I am sure He never would expect me to endure. There is a something in her very face Antagonistic to the work of grace. And even when I would speak graciously Somehow, Syntyche's manner ruffles me. SYNTYCHE. No, not for worlds! Euodias has no mind; So slow she is, so spiritually blind. Her tongue is quite unbridled, yet she says She grieves to see my aggravating ways Ah, no one but myself knows perfectly How odious Euodias can be! EUODIAS. Yet, "in the Lord." Ah, that's another thing! SYNTYCHE. Yet, "in the Lord." That alters it in- deed. EUODIAS. For His sake I'll endure her whispering SYNTYCHE. For His sake I'll consent to let her lead. EUODIAS. Lord, teach me to forbear; yes, day by day. SYNTYCHE. Lord, keep me gentle now, and all the way.