Poem January 18, 1947 Issue

The Joy Revealed

KIMMIS HARTLEY HENDRICK

The depths of solitude seem bare
To those who dream they go alone.
They grope their way, they half despair,
Uncomforted that God is One.

Yet, where their loneliness has traced
Through those dark depths a cheerless way,
And hope, like joy, has seemed effaced
By night extending into day—

That very place, their consciousness,
Can send forth flowers, can gush forth streams;
Their days can shine with happiness
Brighter than all they seek in dreams.

It is the awakened joy of learning
To bless, not beg, that quenches yearning.

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