Poem December 1, 1945 Issue

"Stretch forth thine hand"

MARGARET C. RIDENOUR

Stretch forth thine hand, dear fearful one, be whole!
Piercing the uselessness of all the years
Withered from lack of trust, demands of Soul
Call for activity in Love which bears
Witness to man's full reflection of Mind.
God has no knowledge of vain, foolish tears,—
Humility will recognition find
With Him, restore you in His likeness, whole.