Poem October 18, 1958 Issue

BROTHERHOOD

Rosemary C. Cobham

Within the bounds of brotherhood
There is no private sense of good.
My triumph you may freely share;
Your victory banners I will bear;
For both of us in glad accord
Reflect our being straight from God.

I cannot see you less than His,
And my true self Love's likeness is,
We are His rays; He is the sun;
And two rays give more light than one;
Yet all the light and warmth therein
Must trace back to their origin.

So we as grateful children prove
The brightness of the Father's love
By pure and generous delight
In every brother's path of light;
Till all at last in safety come
To happiness of harvest home.

Rosemary C. Cobham

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