Poem April 14, 1945 Issue

Consolation

ROBERT ELLIS KEY

Sweep away your sadness,
Dry your tearful eyes.
Clothe yourself in gladness,
Not in dark disguise.
Cast aside your sackcloth,
Harbinger of night,
Don the robes of Spirit,
Fresh and clean and white.

Moved by sacred forces,
Planetary spheres
Steer allotted courses
Through the changeful years.
Watchers in the darkness
Mourn the star's descent,
Those on far horizons
Make no such lament.

They but see the rising
Of another light,
Shining in the morning,
Beautiful and bright.

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