Poem February 7, 1948 Issue

CONFIDENCE

Rosa M. Turner

The children take my hand to climb the stair.
Obedient, with upward-glancing eyes,
Knowing that all is well. So would I go,
O Father-Mother, up the rugged way
With childlike trust, knowing no will but Thine:
So take Thy hand at each advancing step
Confiding, sure that since Love leads me on
Through night to light, I cannot but obey.

Rosa M. Turner

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