Poem January 6, 1951 ISSUE

DAY

Rita Berman

Oh , that this day were done,Sighing, he said;Burdens, despair, and fear,Frustrations looming near,Bow down my head.

But angels were at hand.He heard one say:Whence did those hours ariseFrom which you would flee?Whence is the day?

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