Poem November 9, 1935 Issue

Fulfillment

WINIFRED MABEL CANN

The wilderness and lonesome moor
Offer glad psalms of praise to Thee,
And deserts drear rejoice, and pour
At Love's dear shrine, their symphony.

Dry parched ground is now a pool,
The barren waste a living spring,
Wild rocky lair a woodland cool
Where streams and birds forever sing.

On sandy plain, in thirsty soil,
The rose of Sharon blossoms fair,
And cedars with a beauty royal
Sweet fragrance breathe into the air.

Love's kingdom comes! The weak are strong,
The timid bold, the blind eyes see;
Dumb lips break forth in joyous song,
The lame man leaps! Lo, all are free!

The great I AM, eternal Mind,
Reveals to all the holy Way,
Unerring Truth, wherein we find
Love's reign of harmony—today!

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