Poem February 25, 1939 Issue

This Is the Hour

NORA L. BROWN

When Jacob faced the angel visitant,
He prayed and knew that good alone had power;
And to this presence said in covenant,
"I will not let thee go." This is the hour
To wake from mortal dreams, and fears deny,
To loose the bands of hatred that enslave;
For Truth to triumph over every lie.
And Life, immortal Mind, to heal and save.
This is the hour to rise in consciousness—
For vision purified through Love divine
To see man in God's image here, to bless.
"I will not let thee go." This hour is mine!

Transfigured by the truth, we see the way,
And gain dominion with the dawning day.

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