Poem May 27, 1939 Issue

Imperishable Glory

ROBERT ELLIS KEY

Is peace invaded,
Harmony disturbed?
Is love usurped,
And hounded from the throne?
Is all that we hold sacred
And our own,
Buried in desert
Of material dearth?

Peace is established,
Harmony secure;
Love is enthroned,
And every gentle thought
Retains forever
Its integral place
In our real nature.

Glorious is the case
Of those who know
That being is divine.

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