Poem January 12, 1946 Issue

Afterglow

CONSTANCE DAVIS GUNDELFINGER

When strength ran low and
Nights were starless
And the sunlight dim;
When even bird songs seemed to come
In far-off minor notes,
In prayer I humbly turned to Thee.
And now I know no night
Can ever seem again so dark;
For I have learned,
At least in some degree,
That should the light grow dim
And joy seem far away,
I still am held secure
Within Thy watchful care.
Thy tender love, and strength,
And peace are mine;
And all I ever need to do
Is turn to Thee.

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