Poem September 1, 1934 Issue

Sanctuary

CAROLINE L. DIER

No earthly food can satisfy his hunger,
Nor waters quench his thirst
Who has been led
Once only to Love's banquet table,
And there with other starving ones
Been warmed and fed.

No mortal joy can recompense the pilgrim
Who once has found
The secret place apart;
No other hope of peace to man is given,
For God alone can fill
The empty heart.

O precious hours in quiet sanctuary,
Sacred the blessing
This communion brings;
While questing thoughts arise
Love's angel answers,
And finite sense is turned
To heavenly things.