Poem March 15, 1941 Issue

Testing Time

LEELAH C. HART

The mountaintop is all alight
With morn's bright promise of the day;
I stand alone in silent awe
Above the clouds of misty gray.

Joy fills my heart; I cry aloud:
God's perfect law has made me whole;
The night of pain and dull despair
Has vanished in the light of Soul.

And as I feel the loving arms
Of Truth encompass me about,
Oppression's chains of hate and fear
Drop from my limbs—no more I doubt

The only power. My concept grows;
The ground is holy where I tread.
My raptured thought soars pure and free,
Life giveth all— that is my bread.

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