Poem September 24, 1938 Issue

Beatitude

MARY HOYT LOVELAND

Like summer rain that falls on parched ground,
Like morning dew that freshens bud and flower,
Is that refreshing peace the loved one found
Who sat at Jesus' feet to learn his power.
The things that cumber we may lay aside,
To choose that better part that shall abide.

How gently do Love's rays dispel earth's night,
With glowing warmth; rekindle in the heart new fire!
The splendor of Love's purifying light
Shone through and blessed the publican's sincere desire.
Like birds that sing and soar on fearless wing,
Are thoughts that, freed from error, soar and sing.

God's benediction rests on those who know
The good Samaritan's compassion sweet;
Bind up their brothers' wounds, and meekly show
The healing truth that ever waits to greet
Wayfaring men, and offer haven sure.
As blessed guests of God we are secure.