Poem November 27, 1948 ISSUE

I CEASE TO SIGH

Dorothy M. Kiddoo

When circumstances try to press me down,And situations seem a hopeless state,When many minds are clamoring for renownAnd straining to be greater than the great,When unimportant things seem paramountAnd trivial happenings indispensable.When human plans are taken in account,Found faulty, frail, incomprehensible—

Remembering the infinite design,I cease to sigh. The all-inclusive LoveImpels my honest aims and will refine.Remembering ... I lift to things above.Here on this Patmos I have learned to feelAn overflowing joy in all things real.

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