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 comesWith healing balm,And eyes tear-dimmed grow bright and glowAs vision clears to seeMan's heritage of sonship to the perfect One.

Be mine to listen with an ear attunedTo catch the promptings of the still small voiceThat these, the weary ones who comeTo seek the way, may find the doorAnd enter here—Thy fold secure.

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