Poem February 28, 1931 Issue

Deliverance

MABLE I. CLAPP

Thy cross I would not share in careless years,
But as earth's burdens pressed, sad doubts and fears
Grew dark around me. Turning from the night,
Easy I found Thy yoke—Thy burden light.

Thy chastening rod I feared, Thy staff I spurned,
Till all else failed, then turning to Thee learned
Naught from Thy hand to fear and naught to flee,
For lo, Thy rod and staff, they comfort me.

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