Poem August 20, 1938 Issue

Inspiration

KATHRINE SCOBEY PUTNAM

I Cannot always find the spring,
The spring of inspiration;
But when I climb a sunlit hill,
The hill of revelation,
I find it, bright and glistening.

It feeds a lovely crystal pool,
The pool of toleration,
Whose waters, always clear and sweet,
The sweet of moderation,
Can bitterness and hate outrule.

The pool lies in a garden plot,
The plot of meditation,
Where bloom the flowers of silent prayer,
The prayer of consecration,
Which stills all strife till self's forgot.

Above the plot the birds soar high,
The birds of aspiration,
Whose flights are always joyous, free,
The flights of exaltation,
That teach my thoughts to seek the sky.

The plot is swept by free winds strong,
The winds of liberation,
Which blow away old hurts, regrets,
Reproach and condemnation,
And leave an atmosphere of song.

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