Poem June 6, 1908 Issue

Since Father Time stands still, and heaven is here,...

Cassius M. Loomis

Since Father Time stands still, and heaven is here,
And all eternity is ours by gift,
Should we not learn from God — yes, know, indeed,
That every cloud contains a friendly rift?
Thy precepts ripen into love; thy friends
Are legion, and the radiant morning sun
Dissolves the seeming mists of yesternight.
Thy foes stand not against thee — no, not one!

Cassius M. Loomis.

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