Poem April 26, 1947 ISSUE

The Practitioner

DOROTHY DAVIS ARMSTRONG

I love the gentle countenanceThat shines with purest joy and peace,Which find reflection in my ownAnd bid the tumult cease.

I love the softly spoken wordWhich lifts the meek, receptive thoughtUp to the altar where are laidThe precious gifts the Christ has brought.

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