Poem July 12, 1947 Issue

PROGRESS

Dorothy H. Stephens

The Father saith,
"Thou art my son
And all I have is thine."
Then rise with joy
To claim today
The wisdom, poise, and power
Which every man may count his own
Through every passing hour.

Each larger task
Assigned to thee
Accept with gratitude.
For Mind controls
And points the way—
Thine is to know and see
That Principle unerringly
Supports both task and thee.

Dorothy H. Stephens

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