Poem December 13, 1941 Issue

Unfoldment

MARY HOYT LOVELAND

The precious road to freedom is the way;
Now dipping into shadow, thence to soar
Into the light, it reaches for the day.
Gray mists and storm clouds hover near to pour
Bewilderment and doubt. But Truth will bring
Us safe to heights where we may gain a view
Of Love's infinitude; and so we cling
To paths mapped out, and seek horizons new.
Expectancy and joy with us abide.
A glowing faith in righteousness appears.
With peace and bounty ever by our side,
We toss away as useless all our fears.
And now the way reveals bright pastures green,
Where we may pause, and gain a sense serene.