Poem May 28, 1938 Issue

The Morning Star

F. INA BURGESS

Soft silver shadows slowly creep across the grass;
Tall trees are dusky silhouettes against the sky,
Where tones of turquoise, rose, and saffron swiftly pass
Beyond the velvet curtain of the night. The cry
Of birds is stilled. The world is dark. And then afar
Upon the black horizon's rim there shines—a star!

Thus sometimes deep despair engulfs the human heart;
Dense blackness blots out all the beauty, all the light
And loveliness of life. Our faith seems to depart,
And all our happiness is drowned in sudden night.
Then Love's bright glow flames upward through the gloom, and where
The darkness glowered, the radiance of Love shines there.

All mortal fear, all sickness, sorrow, death, these are
Our night which disappears with Love's bright morning star.

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