Poem July 8, 1939 Issue

Thanksgiving

IDA G. EVERSON

Love divine, my heart is grateful for the loveliness of Love,
For each kindly thought, unspoken—for the steadfastness of
friends;
For the rivers of Thy mercy flowing round me from above,
For the countless daily blessings which Thy loving-kindness sends.

Truth divine, all clouds dispelling in the radiance of Thy light.
I have touched Thy wings of healing—felt the calm of Thy release.
May the weary world of conflict learn the meekness of Thy might—
Hear the clarion-call of Spirit—see the beauty of Thy peace.

Soul of being, Mind eternal, Thou the great and only cause,
Gentle Spirit, ever guiding by Thy firm, protecting rod,
I am grateful for Thy wisdom, for the kindness of Thy laws,
Which forever bring us nearer to our Father-Mother God.

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