Poem March 31, 1945 Issue

They Shall Be Comforted

MAURICE MC C. CHURCH

Forerunner of ascension, patient woe,
Dear love, remaining love though none responds,
Gethsemane points through the fire, and lo
A brighter dawn where still kind love abounds.
The human yields—self bows to the divine;
To resting thought wingeth the gentle dove.
Dear Father, now behold Thy glory shine
In love that heals and blesses all through Love.