Poem July 9, 1949 Issue

LOVE ALONE IS POWER

Bessie L. Doherty

Put up thy sword.
Its blade of steel
Is vainly used to quell
A mortal sense of hate and wrong;
It has but power to prolong
The errors which seem real.
Stretch forth thy hand
In tenderness
And touch with gentle power
Those who in some Gethsemane
Wait through a darkening hour
To sense the healing grace so near;
And with undimmed perception hear
The still, small voice of Love.

Bessie L. Doherty

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