Poem April 20, 1946 Issue

Lodestar

THELMA BROOKS

The cross is the lodestar;
all must accept its guiding light,
for men must tread the Master's way
with unselfed love and healing touch.
The bitter cup, the length of night,
foreshadow still the certain day,
although the mounting path be rough.

The cross is the lodestar,
the rugged, yet the way of glory;
men may not find some other door
by which to enter and be blessed.
The truth repeats the olden story
that Christ reigns now, and evermore,
and nought is real save righteousness.

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