Poem January 7, 1933 Issue

Revelation

LINA PLUMER CLINGEN

Blow, winds of God,
Blow the dark mists away;
Cleansed, let me stand
To greet the shining day
With arms outstretched,
My face upturned to thee.
Blow, winds of God,
His glory I would see.

Blow, winds of God,
Here in this holy hour
Free, let me stand
Exulting in thy power,
Clothed as with the sun,
Warmed in its glowing light.
Blow, winds of God,
His love dawns on my sight.

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