Poem September 19, 1953 Issue

MORNING

Sylvia Joan Albery

Awake to the light,
Although the clouds are gray
Across the sight
Of morning's eastward view
Of day.

Awake to Truth,
Whatever hides the fair,
The perfect law
Of God and man made one
And here.

Awake to God,
No matter what dark dream
Of soil or sod
Misguides your upward way;
It is His day.

His sunlight's beam
Shines through the darkest dawning,
Heralds awakening—
Unclouded. unobscured—
His radiant morning.

Sylvia Joan Albery

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