LOVE ALONE IS POWER

Put up thy sword.Its blade of steelIs vainly used to quellA mortal sense of hate and wrong;It has but power to prolongThe errors which seem real.Stretch forth thy handIn tendernessAnd touch with gentle powerThose who in some GethsemaneWait through a darkening hourTo sense the healing grace so near;And with undimmed perception hearThe still, small voice of Love.

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July 9, 1949
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