Poem June 19, 1943 Issue

In Truth's Clear Light

KATHRYN LANEY

When through the mist of sense to light divine
Thought, waking, upward wings,
The unimportant things of earth recede—
An angel sings.

And as I turn from pride of mortal self,
To know true self in Thee,
I find Love's patient, tender care, and learn
Humility.

I need not seek the earthly things, but trust
The law of Love divine;
I know no sorrow, fear, nor lack, for all
God has is mine.

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