Poem October 10, 1936 Issue

Master

BERTHA IRENE BYRD

Master ,
Thou hadst deep knowledge of the truth;
Yet still
Thou heldst thy peace when mocked and jeered
By human will.

Master,
Thou wert a kingly son; and yet
For me
Thou stumbledst with the cross, didst hang
Upon the tree.

Master,
Thou trodst the way of Love and Life.
The tomb
Could keep thee not in close confines,
Nor Christ in gloom.

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