The Story of Promise

O earth , lay off your dustiness.
The powdered blight of desolation
Sweeps far and covers every nation.
But here beneath this crust of mortal conflict
New earth survives—
New water-springs arise,
And in the deep dark pit
Where dragons' claws
Have made a hollow,
Green grasses grow
And reeds and rushes blow,
And the song of a swallow.
The clutch of waste and emptiness is staid
By the beauty of the promise
That every mortal throe
And transient show
Of misery shall be abolished.
New earth,
New birth
Reveal the Master-hand of glory
Painting out all bitterness—
And painting in the lovely story.

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The Joyous Way
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