Poem April 20, 1946 Issue

Resurrection Morn

MARGARET MORRISON

No stone is there between thy God and thee;
The way before thee lies triumphant, free.
Rent is the veil of matter's dark pretense;
Seen now as myth, the vacant dream of sense.
Truth has prevailed, and immortality
Shines forth in glory and tranquillity.
Peace is for thee, for thee is ransomed joy;
Life is for thee, and Love without alloy.
Vanquished for all the cross, the tomb, the thorn;
Arise, accept thy resurrection morn.

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