Poem December 28, 1899 Issue

God's Man

BY KATHLEEN.

He must be clad in Light,
The armor of his King.
No robes of darkness cling,
Hamp'ring with mournful guise
The offspring of the skies;
His seamless robe is white.

He must be pure in heart
To see his Father's face,
And meekly seek his place.
Inheriting the earth
He is of heavenly birth,
From mortal sense apart.

His is the "willing mind."
Kneeling at Wisdom's feet,
Rising the Truth to greet,
The olive branch of Peace
Bearing without surcease,
The son of God we find.

Obedience Truth demands.
The Heavenly vision clear
In fulness must appear
When, moulded to His plan,
His image, perfect man,
Obedient waiting stands.

Perception then unfolds;
Now, are we sons of God,
With power our feet are shod.
Fearless and free we rise,
Claiming our rightful prize—
The manhood Spirit holds.