Poem July 19, 1947 Issue

THE SEVENTH BEATITUDE

James Monteith Erskine

Great is the debt we owe to peacemakers.
Their lives are noble bridges that unite
The hearts of men; their love welds in the Christ
The races, classes, sects; they build aright!

Theirs is the honest glow of brotherhood
In home or church, in office, workshop, plant.
Swiftly they substitute, when thought is fogged,
The piercing light of Mind for mortal slant.

Oh, blest indeed, these children of our God.
Who to the strife and turmoil of the age
Carry their Father's atmosphere of love,
In healing and in counsel that is sage.

James Monteith Erskine

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