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Poem August 12, 1933 Issue

Potentiality

FLORENCE L. MAGERS

O dawn of day, the opening bud thou art
In which each coming hour
Lies as a petal hiding in thy heart,
Fain to unfold the perfect flower
Of life that shines with rarest beauty wrought
According to the Father's loving plan,
As right desire in word and deed and thought
Is blessed service to one's brother man.

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