Poem September 21, 1940 Issue

Protection

DOROTHEA STURDIVANT FAGAN

I Did hear the drums of war pass by,
Confusion like the surging of the sea;
I did not know that battle lit the sky,
For, in a quiet place, I walked with Thee.

I did not know that anger seemed to speak,
That hatred and disdain roamed through the land.
I hardly felt the blows upon my cheek—
So well I knew the feeling of Thy hand.
The clamor and the press of human wills,
I found no room for these within my heart
As, in the sanctuary of Thy hills,
I walked with Thee, in quietness, apart.