Poem May 30, 1942 ISSUE

The Ever-mounting Way

MAUDE DE VERSE NEWTON

The far-ascending way was dark and drear,The travel on its rugged path seemed hard,For with me yet I bore an earthy loadOf vain beliefs that happy progress barred.

At length I paused to pray and look withinThe burden that I deemed was truly mine.Thus came the light, and clearly I discernedThe journey called alone for things divine.

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