Poem October 21, 1939 Issue

Defense

A. JOANE CREWDSON

Oh, let us now rejoice, be glad, give praise—
Peace and good will, the standard which we raise—
Entrenched in Truth, clad in Love's panoply;
See how the armies of the aliens flee!
No weapon in our hand, our sure defense
The consciousness of God's omnipotence;
Love's bugle call will break the dream of sin,
The kingdom of our God to usher in.