Poem July 14, 1945 Issue

An Angel Thought

J. SIMMONS DAVIS

A thought —a lovely thought—flew by;
I caught it on the wing
But did not give it words.
It was a precious thing
I treasured jealously
And did not share.
But locked it in my heart.
In bonds—its freedom gone—
It withered there.

Again a lovely thought flew by;
I caught it on the wing
And put it into words.
It was a precious thing.
An angel thought of God,
Serene and calm—
An angel thought which healed
The pain of suffering hearts
With Love's rich balm.

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