Poem January 2, 1943 Issue

"The day the Lord hath made"

BLANCHE C. FREDERIKSEN

Day dawns—a flood of iridescent light!
Then flee the phantom fears of yesterday,
The lingering shades of night.
How full the promise of the dawning day,
How sweet its morning roundelay:
" 'This is the day the Lord hath made,'
And thou, His child, art calm and unafraid.
Thou canst not burdened be; thou art free-born.
'This is the day the Lord hath made.'
Arise, thou child of God, and greet His sunlit morn!"

With hope reborn, I rise as one made new
To meet the mounting duties of the day,
To praise my God for work to do,
For light divine to lead the upward way.
Again, I hear the roundelay:
" 'This is the day the Lord hath made.'
Thou, His belovéd child, He hath arrayed
In robes of light, of Truth—divinely strong.
'This is the day the Lord hath made.'
He bears thee up on His own wings of angel song."

The tasks grow less; the hours pass all too soon;
Thus reverently I hail His radiant noon.
The tasks are done; the glorious light lives on;
God's ever-faithful promises prove true.
Unwearied, free, I walk His Love-lit way
Rejoicing in His constant care anew.
"But what of night which follows after day?"
I ask. Then once again the roundelay:
" 'This is the day the Lord hath made.'
Awake! His love, His glory cannot fade.
Undimmed the radiance of eternal light.
'This is the day the Lord hath made.'
It owns no lengthening shadows, eventide, or night."

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