Poem February 12, 1949 Issue

FREEDOM

Kathrine H. Williams

When you have reached in prayer the Horeb height,
Washed you and made you clean from every blame,
When you have seen the Father's face alight
And heard Him call your new and lovely name,
The shattered golden bowl will be forgot,
The silver cord be taut in that chaste hour;
And though the earth road seem again your lot,
You cannot be a bondsman any more!

In prayer's Shekinah every thought will spurn
The evil, every tongue with reverence swear
Its fealty to our Lord! Though men return
To earthy scenes where poverty and care
Seem true, where old sin lieth at the door,
The heart cannot confirm these any more!

Kathrine H. Williams

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