Poem July 24, 1937 Issue

To Any Friend

MARION SUSAN CAMPBELL

Blinded, we never saw their stride
Measured, to meet our stay;
The lingering patience in their eyes—
That lowly guest.
We were not great enough to know
How great the meek can be.
Our eyes, the very first to see
The white veils of the cherry tree,
They missed
This nearer loveliness,
The lifted cup,
The clear truth welling for our thirst,
The freshly served wine.

O Love that would not let us go,
How endlessly Thy waters rise!
Eternal Mind,
It was Thy light,
Thy candle flaming in their eyes!
Amid the gusts of fear and sin
That candle stood,
Unflickering.

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