Poem September 6, 1952 Issue

IN A READING ROOM

Nancy W. Bruce

Here , in this quiet room Love dwells,
That "period love" which fear dispels;
And here to troubled hearts peace comes
With healing balm,
And eyes tear-dimmed grow bright and glow
As vision clears to see
Man's heritage of sonship to the perfect One.

Be mine to listen with an ear attuned
To catch the promptings of the still small voice
That these, the weary ones who come
To seek the way, may find the door
And enter here—Thy fold secure.

Nancy W. Bruce

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