Poem January 23, 1932 Issue

Benevolent Association

JAMES N. HATCH

Within thy walls God's light, now clearer grown,
Fills every place with radiance and cheer;
Though day without may lowering be and drear,
Within no reflex of this gloom is shown,
For where all space is filled with love alone
No place is left for boding fear or gloom,
And darkness finds no biding place or room
Where trenchant light its glorious rays have thrown.
Abiding here is hope and courage strong,
Kindness and love in every deed and thought;
World-weary ones here join the evening song,
And find the solace they so long have sought.
Each joined with each herein they find indeed
That Love divine meets every human need.