Poem April 2, 1938 Issue

Clarity

HELEN WOOD BAUMAN

As when the moon's cold light doth pale before the dawn,
And day's all-seeing eye destroys the night's concealed deceits,
And sleeping birds awake to sing,
And flowers unfold their fragile chalices,
And nothing is unseen;

So mortal thought doth fade before the dawn of Truth,
And nulls its willful loves and hates and secret churlish hopes;
And hushed purity awakes,
And selfless purpose bloometh fragrantly,
And light is everywhere.

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