The Morning Star

Soft silver shadows slowly creep across the grass;Tall trees are dusky silhouettes against the sky,Where tones of turquoise, rose, and saffron swiftly passBeyond the velvet curtain of the night. The cryOf birds is stilled. The world is dark. And then afarUpon the black horizon's rim there shines—a star!

Thus sometimes deep despair engulfs the human heart;Dense blackness blots out all the beauty, all the lightAnd loveliness of life. Our faith seems to depart,And all our happiness is drowned in sudden night.Then Love's bright glow flames upward through the gloom, and whereThe darkness glowered, the radiance of Love shines there.

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Signs of the Times
May 28, 1938
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