Poem March 21, 1931 Issue

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DOROTHY POPERT

If error whispers you are poor,
With not one penny in your store,
And tells you that the loaf is spent
And that no other will be sent,
Then rest, dear heart, and have no fear,
For angels hover very near.

Pour out your love for all mankind;
Lift thought above, leave fear behind.
Thank God that you can see the sun
To rise, then set when day is done.
Be grateful for the birds' sweet song
Above the tempest, clear and strong.

Be glad you have a little bed
And kindly sheltering roof o'erhead.
Rejoice in all these riches wide
And Love will see you are supplied;
For when each thought of self we still,
We climb once more the holy hill
And find that love we need to give,
And as we love we freely live.

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