Poem December 7, 1968 Issue

THE TIME

Margaret E. Singleton

In Love's own time the bud unfolds,
perfection comes to flower;
in Love's own time leaf reds and golds
blaze beauty on the hour.

In Love's own time all good is brought
in range of human seeing,
a shining mountain peak of thought—
man's knowledge of true being.

Margaret E. Singleton

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