Poem February 25, 1911 Issue

THE READING-ROOM

RUTH INGRAHAM.

It is the chamber o'er the city gate,
The watch-tower, whence the tidings of good cheer
Or earnest warnings sound, for those who hear
The call of Truth, and for its coming wait.

It is the upper room; the feast is spread,
And those who hunger in this place may find
The solemn, joyous meeting in one Mind,
The holy, sweet communion with their Lord;

Here drink the wine of purified desire,
Here may they break the very bread of Life;
From hence go forth into a world of strife
Their souls alight with pentecostal fire.

It is the tabernacle holiest,
Which sacred presence glorifies always.
Those who may serve within these gates, with praise
And true humility, how are they blest!

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