Poem September 19, 1953 Issue

RENEWAL

Mildred Booth Lord

Though time, as finite estimate, seem real,
And man by dreams of limitation bound,
No travesty of sense assuming power
Impedes the course of Soul's renewing round.

Love wakens men to immortality,
And bids them know their true estate and worth,
As freeborn heirs of omnipresent good,
Unfolding heaven's promise here on earth.

Mildred Booth Lord

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