Poem July 10, 1943 Issue

Awakening

ALAN W. THWAITES

I awake from dreams of sense,
Wake with dawning in my eyes,
As in thought the vision breaks—
Man is never one who dies,
Compassed in a meager span,
But a living, changeless ray,
Perfect, born of Spirit's will,
Shining in eternal day.

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