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Poem June 27, 1942 Issue

In the Consciousness of Love

MABEL STUART CURRY

The way was dreary where I walked,
The waters turbulent and deep
That I must cross, and many times
I turned my head aside to weep.

Now in the consciousness of Love
I rest and find a peace most dear,
And roses bloom beside my road.
I find the waters parted here.

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