Poem April 14, 1951 Issue

THE NIGHT IS GONE

Mary Somny

Joyous, now, I claim my freedom;
It is mine as God's own son.
Bondage, chains, and earthly fetters
Slip away and leave undone
All their fearful, sad forebodings.
Man, untouched, reveals the one
God omnipotent, all-gracious.
Now this victory, slowly won,
Wings my feet to steady others,
As with Christ we prove night gone.

Mary Somny

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