Poem February 14, 1948 Issue

THE LIGHT OF SOUL

Elizabeth Copmann

When earth obscures the sun,
Throughout the long, dark night,
Do you, O doubting one,
Fear you have lost the light?

No, trustingly you wait,
And shadows disappear;
The dawn is never late,
And soon the sun is here.

Through what may seem to be
A long, dark night of sense,
Soul shines eternally
Beyond the shadows dense.

Then, surely you must know,
As faithfully you pray,
That understanding's glow
Heralds the joyous day.

Elizabeth Copmann

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