Poem May 30, 1953 Issue

MAN

Robert Sears Clark

That you should be
One of earth's millions,
Lost or wronged,
Lonely or ill;
That you should trace
A single dream
Upon the dark
Is not God's will.

Pure idea
In Mind, you quell
The lie of matter,
Working Love's plan.
Within you flowers
The goodness of God.
His glorious presence
Is thy life, O man.

Robert Sears Clark

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