Poem April 24, 1937 Issue

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MARY MARGARET SHIPHERD

YEA, this is God's anointed place,
Prepared and furnished by His grace;
A jewel hung in holy light,
It draws the needy by true might.

Above the clash of worldly trade,
Above confusion matter-made,
In quietude, the peace divine
The Master gave, has here a shrine.

No doubt can hold the seeker back,
No anxious care, no fearful lack,
No evil shades the pathway bright
Which leads him to this hallowed height.

Where sense is mute and Soul is heard,
The flesh is healed by the pure Word.
In gladness share, at His behest,
The loving feast—the Father's guest.

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