Poem May 6, 1950 Issue

THE BOW OF PROMISE

Florence Mayer Houghton

When cloud or mist of evil seems to be—
Your way obscured, truth's path you cannot see—
Turn thought to God. His love will see you through
The mists of fear; then peace will come to you
And inspiration lift your eyes on high
To clearly see the bow across the sky.

Florence Mayer Houghton

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