Poem October 12, 1935 Issue

Awake, Thou That Sleepest

ALMA G. V. HARRISON

AWAKE ! for light saileth abroad on the wings of the morning;
Awake! for life reigneth, and cometh with joy hand in hand;
And with clarion voice, Truth speaketh of wisdom and warning,
And love, over all, at the portals of heaven doth stand.

Arise from dark dreamings of lack and of sickness and sorrow;
Though deep seem the shadows, still faithfully let thy light shine;
Nor may error beguile thee to linger, for now, not tomorrow,
The Father's rich treasure, o'erflowing and bounteous, is thine.

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