Poem July 5, 1941 Issue

The Open Door

MAURICE MC C. CHURCH

O freedom, where be now those bands that bound us?
O kindly light, what know ye of the shade?
What does Love know of fears which would assail us,
Sick and afraid?

Wide stands the door to Truth, close shut to error;
Single the eye dwelling on Love's true light;
Vanished the dark, unreal the grief and terror
Of yesternight.

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