Poem April 25, 1942 Issue

The Good Neighbor

MARGARET TROILI CAMPBELL

When in pity for distress you go
Down the road to mankind's Jericho,
Be prepared to pour on wounded thought
Oil from Christ's dear sancturary brought;
Minister to him who droops from care
Wine distilled from praise in secret prayer.

When you come from mounts of sacred thought,
Mingle with the wearied, wronged, unsought;
Pause beside them on the roadside drear,
Speak of healing, Science, strength, and cheer;
Lead them safely to compassion's inn,
Pay love's penny for their care therein.

When you sit within the house of prayer,
Pray that all mankind find shelter there.
Travelers no more on highways long,
May they dwell in love with praise and song,
Since o'er all, the universal home,
Church of Truth eternal, lifts its dome.

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