Poem October 19, 1940 Issue

The Blessing

JANE POLSON SPEARIN

I went upon the highway yesteryear,
And there met one whose very heart was sore
With weariness. And I would fain have wept
A little, too, for that which seemed so real.
But tears could never help such grief, and so
We talked about the sparrows, and of how
The Father cares for them; and listening,
We heard the woodland echoing with song.
We watched the blooming flowers of the field,
And felt their gentle fragrance on the breeze.
A quietness then fell—as though a dream
Had been, where no dream was. The world had changed
From bitterness to joy. The tender power
Of Love had laid a blessing on my friend.

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