Poem February 18, 1933 Issue

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ETHEL MUNRO GOSS

"Today I will write a poem," I said,
"A song of the sea and the sky,
The tender blue of the distant hills,
And white wings soaring high."

But there came to my door
A lonely child,
Who was worn and weary and sad
And needed the comfort of Love divine
To help her and make her glad.
And there came another,
Whose eyes were dim
With tears and sorrow and pain,
And she wanted to know the way to Him
Who could make her whole again.

So all the day long
There ascended the song
Of the truth that makes men free,
And when evening came,
The poem was writ—
And its name was
Humility.

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