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 offriends;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.

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