Poem May 27, 1933 Issue

Awakening

MURIEL E. WOODRUFF

'TIS spring! and all the world awakes
With mellow song and tender green;
But more than ever now I gaze
On things not seen.

The sun bespeaks God's perfect love,
So steadfast, warm, enfolding all;
I hear a hint of harmony
In a bird call.

The woods, the trees, are lacy now
Where all was bleak a space ago;
The earth sends forth a joyful bloom
Where lay the snow.

Dear God—the cold of selfishness
Departeth too. Behold I see
Gardens of gratitude spring forth
Reflecting Thee.

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