Poem January 23, 1954 Issue

SHADOWS ON THE WING

Virginia E. Young

Awake , my heart, and sing;
True joy is yours today!
The happiness that springs
From thought atune with God
Is mine;
I ask no greater thing.
Awake, my heart, and sing!

Awake, my heart, and sing!
Grief is not true:
Life cannot stop.
The clouds that hid the sun
Are gone—
Like shadows on the wing.
Awake, my heart, and sing!

Awake, my heart, and sing
A hymn of new-found peace
Borne on the wings of Love;
A hymn that fills the air
With gratitude—
Now winter's turned to spring.
Awake, my heart, and sing!

Virginia E. Young

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