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Poem May 1, 1926 Issue

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Receptivity

HELEN NEWHALL WINCHESTER

The billows of all human hope
Now rise, now fall,—
Symbols unsteady of a life
Apart from Truth,—
E'en as a ship at sea doth ride,
Its moorings loosed.

The cry goes up: We perish, Lord;
Save us, we pray!
Enough: the billows steady now,
Truth is revealed;
The Christ draws nigh to us, and Love
Has stilled the wave!

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