Poem April 23, 1938 ISSUE

Behold and Hear!

DAISY R. STAEHLE

Like muted violin played soft and low,The tender strains of Truth as sweetly flowInto your soul, and tell in wondrous loreOf things divine, one had not dreamed before.This is the Christ, Behold, and Truth adore!

The Christ, as Truth, unfolding freedom new,Oft mid encircling fears will come to you,And soar above sad strain in minor key,With ringing note of joy that sets thought free,Like winging bird, to reach heights heavenly!

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