Poem August 20, 1932 Issue

Holy Days

UNA ROSAMOND LIAS

You need not leave the grandeur of the hills,
Returning to the city's crowded streets;
The majesty of Spirit ever fills
The heart that each new day with courage greets.

You need not lose the balm of country days
Whatever noise and stir your work may bring;
The peace of God is here to bless your ways,
You dwell beneath the shadow of His wing.

You still may keep your holy days and nights,
No city's din your quiet can destroy;
Your good is from the Father of all lights
Who giveth richly "all things to enjoy."

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