Poem November 6, 1937 Issue

Sanctuary

LAURA BROWN CROWELL

O love which from the Godhead flows
Exhaustless, full, and free,
Thy patent purity bestows
Its signet upon me,
When harried by the phantom fear,
I turn to find the wellspring near.

Love wipes away the world's conceit,
Subdues the flames of sense;
Love's waters lave the faltering feet,
Fatigued with diffidence;
Refreshing drafts of Love divine,
All earth's impurities refine.

By Love's still stream illusions fade,
As light the mist dispels;
'Tis here my morning meal is laid,
'Tis here contentment dwells.
There is no barrier nor bar
To travelers where Love's pastures are.

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