Poem November 21, 1936 Issue

Love's Allness

ALMA B. WIGHTMAN

Though heavy clouds may seem to be above thee,
And thou dost fear,
Declare Love's allness with a faith undaunted—
The skies will clear!

Though thou dost stumble on the rugged pathway,
And hope has fled,
The lamp of Truth forever shines above thee;
Lift up thine head!

Though all around thee error's war is raging,
And fierce the fight,
Love only is triumphant—now and ever—
And right is might!

Oh, press thou on! nor ever be discouraged—
Thy path is free,
For Love's infinitude and ever-presence
Encircle thee.

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