Poem August 22, 1936 ISSUE

Demonstration

FRANCES HILDA SHERLOCK

I will not fear, nor cease my upward climb,Because some pilgrim toiling on aheadHas slipped and fallen by the way again,And weeps, despondent of the road we tread.

For clear I see, in Truth's revealing light,His fears are but the thoughts of mortal mind,As substanceless as dreams born of the night.If I heed them, the blind but leads the blind.

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