Poem March 17, 1951 ISSUE

A LIBRARIAN'S TESTIMONY

Netta Emeline Neild

So long he stood before the window, gazingIntently, small face earnest as he read,That one inside the Reading Room who watchedWent out to him at last and gently said,"What are you reading?"A childish finger pointed to the Hymnal—To hymn beloved by students far and wide."I'm learning the first verse," he shyly said,But no more information would confide.

The next day he was there again, still strivingTo learn the words, and she who watched the boyWent out and asked him to accept a Hymnal,Which gratefully he clasped, smiling with joy.

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