Poem March 17, 1945 Issue

When All the Angels Came

MARION SUSAN CAMPBELL

Joy has slipped down into my heart;
Easily it came, as tightened buds
Receive a drop of rain. Unheard,
As whiteness grows upon an empty tree,
It moved, unknown to all except to me;
It came without a sound
Of breath, or beat of wing.
No one around me heard
The angels entering.

When all the angels came.
With neither step nor tread,
I remembered, though no word was said,
Ever on the morrow
Come the white boughs of spring;
No truth has ended, no love is dim,
Always the beautiful rests in Him.
Angels, tell the lonely, tell everyone,
God's glory remains when all seems gone!