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Poem May 13, 1939 Issue

Dawn

MARION SUSAN CAMPBELL

Truth with sweet joy enfolds us,
After all fears are past,
Though hearts with self lie burdened,
Love quiets us at last.

The stillness of that morning
Knows naught of cloud or storm;
No dream has ever hindered
The breaking of a dawn.

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