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Poem July 6, 1940 Issue

Awake

CONRAD EIERMANN

Awake, O heart entombed by care,
And seek the truth awaiting where
Dark images of mortal mind
Would fain their false dominion bind.

Awake, and look with faith serene;
The clouds of sense will soon be seen
To pass; and like the break of day,
Love's glow will cast its healing ray.

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