Poem May 22, 1954 Issue

AS THEY WAKEN

Peggy Young Clark

Father-Mother,
These, Thy children,
Turn to Thee
As the flowers
To the sun,
Now the wall that I had builded
Is withdrawn.
Let not my fingers
Interfere
With right unfolding;
Let my vision
Be at one
With Thy beholding.

Peggy Young Clark

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