Poem February 15, 1941 Issue

The Meek

ANNA STANTON LAY

Yes , mighty are the meek who walk
each day in blest obedience
to Truth, who humbly listen, talk
with Love, and know no vain pretense.
Their bread indeed comes down from heaven.
The leaves of healing are their balm.
Untouched by pride, far more than seven
times seven forgiving, with Truth's calm
they work. They know not pain nor slight,
Soul surrounds them with its might.