Poem August 19, 1939 Issue

Comfort

HILDA TAYLOR

Though sorrow lifts its somber head,
Attempting my heart's joy to kill,
Beyond the shade I hear instead
The sweet assurance, "Peace, be still."

Though evil stalk with arrogance,
Undoing good, amidst it, lo!
I hear above the circumstance
The words, "Be still, and know."

And even though death itself may strike,
"Be not afraid," falls on my ear;
Within the consciousness of Life
I know that there is naught to fear.

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