Poem September 30, 1933 Issue

Loveliness

MABEL CONE BUSHNELL

To make the loveliness of Love
My own is my desire.
I may not gain it all
In one glad upward reach,
But if I yearningly aspire
To find my way to this dear goal,
I shall begin at once to know
The joyousness of Soul.

To know the loveliness of Love,
I pray to see the way.
I may take just one step
On this dear upward path,
But if I willingly each day
Strive for this perfect goal as mine,
I shall begin to understand
The Master's touch divine.