Onward

Love led me home; by surging waves I passed;
Nor turned I back until I came at last
To open spaces where bright flowers grew,
And verdure sparkled in the morning dew;
My eyes were holden by the dawning day!
I cannot dream again since I have found the way!

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Signs of the Times
November 5, 1932
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