Poem July 11, 1931 Issue

Spontaneity

MABEL M. THIBAU

The skylark on his upward flight
Pours forth his gladsome lays;

The nightingale, though in the dark,
Bursts into songs of praise.

They may not know the melody
Their rich tones have expressed,

But each one feels he's glad and free
In giving of his best!

We on our way from sense to Soul,
Sing praise to God on high,

And though it may seem darkest night
We know that He is nigh.

Expressing the sweet harmony
Which holds calm joy and rest,

We help our brother on his way
By giving of our best!

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