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Poem January 28, 1933 Issue

That Blessed Morn

MARIE ENGLE JOHNSON

I Said to her, There is no God!
For hope was gone;
She told me then that God is Love,
Who leads us on, forever on.

She said to me, There is one God!
And hope was born;
And healing came to prove the Word,
That blessed morn.

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