Poem January 7, 1933 Issue

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GRACE CROSBY WHITNEY

Great is the light that is gently awakening
Slumberers many from earth's weary dream;
Sweet is the voice of Truth's angel calling,
"Come unto me," and thee will I redeem.

God is our Father, and sweet tender Mother,
We in His arms safely, surely, can rest.
Gently He holds us secure from all danger,
Comforts and soothes us upon His dear breast.

Kind are His precepts and many His blessings,
True His assurance, "Thou art ever with me;"
Gladly we leave all the world and so find Him;
Loos'ning earth's fetters we soar, and are free.

Many the dreams that would still hold us earthly,
Steadfast and strong must we be for the fray;
Calmly, serenely, our hand in the Father's,
Knowing Him only, walk we in His way.

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