Poem March 18, 1933 Issue

The Lecture

THOMAS QUINN

One holy hour
When men may come and find
The priceless truth—
God is all-loving Mind.
One holy hour
The bread of Life to share—
All aching hearts
Can find refreshment there.

One holy hour—
Such gracious words that fall
Like beams of light
Across the world's dark pall!
One holy hour—
For some perhaps to be
An opening door
To Love's eternity!

One holy hour—
How soon it seems to end!
With hearts aglow
We smile to greet a friend.
One holy hour—
And in that hour we see
The tender light
That shone in Galilee.

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