Poem September 23, 1933 Issue

All is Well

ROSA M. TURNER

O earth-bound heart, though sorrows surge around thee,
And hateful dreams of evil hide the light;
The outstretched arms of mighty Love surround thee,
Truth's dawning ends the darkest hours of night.

Love doth not leave thy soul in desolation;
Love doth not suffer thee to stay in hell;
Look up, God's angels bring swift consolation,
Listen to Truth, and hear that all is well.

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