Poem October 7, 1961 Issue

DAY

C. Elizabeth Hunsworth

"The evening and the morning
Were the first day."
Then who can say
Day is a slow descending
Into the waiting shadows?
Day is light!
Day is the shout
Upon the hilltops.
Day is the eternal
And triumphant ending
To dreams of night.

C. Elizabeth Hunsworth

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