Poem October 28, 1933 Issue

The Benevolent Association Sanatorium

DOROTHY THODY

This home is blessed!
The open gate swings wide; the watchful light,
Its beacon, kindles on the edge of night.
The stars come softly, and the long day closes;
The homing heart has entered—and reposes—
This home is blessed!

This home is blessed!
The morning brightens over bird and tree,
And eastern winds come singing in from sea;
The hills grow golden with the day's new gladness—
The builded heart is rising up from sadness—
This home is blessed!

This home is blessed!
Wide as the world its loving-kindness falls.
For Thee and Thine uprise these sheltering walls.
Brood o'er this dwelling as a bird that gathers
Her little ones beneath her tender feathers—
This home is blessed!

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