Poem March 15, 1958 Issue

DISCOVERY

Max Dunaway

I thought I had a heavy cross
     to carry up a hill,
and counted it as worse than loss,
     lamenting much, until
the upward path brought gladness springing—
and now I go my way with singing.

Max Dunaway

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