"The day the Lord hath made"

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 newTo 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 arrayedIn 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."

January 2, 1943

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