Poem May 4, 1940 Issue

Unity

JULIAN ST. JOHN WATTLEY

Green spring brings forth the joyous bird,
Brown autumn sees it flown;
But ever steadfast is Thy Word,
And I am not alone.

The mortal tides may come and go,
And fond hopes ebb and flee;
But, Love divine, Thou mak'st me know
I am at one with Thee.

Sufficient, Father, is Thy grace,
Which banishes the night,
Revealing ever, face to face,
Thy children clothed in light.

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