Poem January 5, 1946 Issue

The Dawn

JAMES TOWNSHEND MAC VICAR

Before the dawn began to glow
Across the barren fields of fear,
There was no light or song to cheer,
Nor sage to tell you how to go,
Nor chart to mark a friend from foe.
You only knew that you were here,
Before the dawn began to glow
Across the barren fields of fear.

But now the light begins to flow,
And Life and Love are seen more clear
As Truth falls on the listening ear,
Although the light of hope burned low
Before the dawn began to glow.

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