Poem May 13, 1967 ISSUE

THE FRAGRANCE OF HER NAME

Ruth 1:16, 17

Doris Kerns Quinn

She made the name so lovely—one to beFilled with the fragrance of fidelity;For who can speak her name and not recallRuth's life? Mere loyalty to husband's kinWould have been good, but that was far from all.No futile longing hers for what had been.She looked ahead. She spoke her gracious piece:"Entreat me not to leave thee, nor to ceaseFrom following after thee...and...thy GodShall be my God...thy people shall be mine."And from that day, each trusting step she trodLed to unfoldment of God's good design.

Doris Kerns Quinn

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