Poem September 1, 1951 Issue

FREEDOM

Ruby M. Drogseth

"You are too ill," the tempter said,
"To study, think, or read.
Give up the struggle, go to bed;
A rest is what you need."

An angel thought came: "Have no fear;
Read on! The words are good.
Only be steadfast, persevere;
They will be understood."

As I obeyed, no longer came
The tempter's voice to me,
For lo, the words with love aflame
Had healed and set me free.

Ruby M. Drogseth

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