Poem July 12, 1947 Issue

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Florence M. Wolford

In the stillness of the night.
Above earth's dreary din
Of discord, pain, and fear
I hear Your voice, strong, calm, and clear,
Assuring me that You are near.
It is the "Peace, be still,"
To every want and woe and ill.
And then rejoicing fills my heart.
And all the pains and fears depart.

Florence M. Wolford

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