Poem October 25, 1952 Issue

THE CUP

Evelyn Blackburn

Dear God, the voice of melody is mute!
The brimming cup is drained and empty now.
Empty? Of what? Of pride and fears?
Of weariness and tears,
The selfish joy of locusts' years?

Father, I thank Thee—now I know
My cup is full. I am Thy likeness still,
And see that Love divine can fill
With selfless joy and innate purity
My understanding of reality!

Evelyn Blackburn

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