Poem July 1, 1933 Issue

The New Publishing House

Boston—1933

PAULINE PEARL STRACHAN

THE brown earth breaks. Through storm and sun
Great walls grow like a flower;
And those who watch are reverent
In this unfolding hour.
Dear God of her who sowed the seed,
Thine be the blossoming!

The sick made free, the sinner cleansed
Send all that they can spare.
And those who have no money are
Contributing a prayer.
The fields are white, O laborer,
Unto the harvesting.

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