Poem May 10, 1952 Issue

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Prudence Wood Coulter

The far-spent night brought fear,
And rest was gone;
My murmured prayer and psalm and hymn
Led in the dawn.

But yet no peace,
No battle won, nor gain.
No rising hope that heaven
Would still the pain.

My one cry, "Father!"
Rent the deeps of dread;
My Father heard me,
And the suffering fled.

Prudence Wood Coulter

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