Poem August 28, 1937 Issue

Morning Light

FRANCIS BALDWIN

Lo, morning's joy dispels the gloom of night!
Sing, O my heart, in joyous gratitude
For Love's inestimable gift of light,
That puts all fears and falstities to flight,
Declaring all that is of Truth is good.

Evil is not of Truth; 'tis rooted deep
In false beliefs, and ignorance, and fear.
'Tis but an incubus—a dream of sleep,
Which Truth's pure light into the void doth sweep,
Revealing day, all good, and bright, and clear!

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