Poem November 8, 1947 Issue

LET US THEN

Lorraine Wilson Hays

This is the way it reads: "Let everything that hath breath
praise the Lord."
Then sing. ...
Sing here,
Sing there,
Sing everywhere!
Sing ... till the lions lie down by the little lambs,
Till the ravens learn from the skylarks
And the foxes from the farmyard flocks.
Sing ... till the wolves lose their cunning
And viciousness is obsolete!
Sing till every door is latticed sunlight
And trust fills every crevice of the house!
Sing ... sing ... sing ... till Lucifer finds no home
And Michael ... and Michael with his angels ... broadcasts
every language of the world ...
And every man stands at his own gate ... listening.