Poem January 30, 1943 Issue

Infinitude

IZA WOOD-SAMMAN

Under the cloud of night,
Think of Me,
Lift thy child thought to the light
In humility.

Under the cloud of night,
Walk with Me,
Place thy hand in Mine aright,
Life eternally.

Under the cloud of night,
Talk with Me,
I am ever in thy sight,
Truth—reality.

Under the cloud of night,
Rest with Me,
All is calm, and pure, and bright,
Love—infinity.

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