Poem August 19, 1939 Issue

O Joyful Morn

DOROTHY MAE ALDRIN

"Joy cometh in the morning,"
The Psalmist spoke;
I turned upon a couch of grief,
And then awoke.

Whispers of Life's dawning
Bade me pray,
Hushed the murmurs in my heart,
Sent tears away.

The wings of Love tapped softly
Upon the pane;
I opened wide my window,
Heard the refrain:

" 'Joy cometh in the morning'
It is as it shall be;
There is no loss of deathless life
In His eternity."

"Joy cometh"?—Ah, then, I understood
Why sorrow ceased;
Gladness filled me from within—
My morning feast!

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