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Tfianksg/w'ng Not only for the sunny carefree days, Nor for the joy of each fulfilled desire,— But for the grey, heart-breaking things, We thank Thee, God. For things that make our tear-dimmed eyes see Thee, That make our hearts look up, To see, beyond this vale The Christ, whose Life has touched... Show moreTfianksg/w'ng Not only for the sunny carefree days, Nor for the joy of each fulfilled desire,— But for the grey, heart-breaking things, We thank Thee, God. For things that make our tear-dimmed eyes see Thee, That make our hearts look up, To see, beyond this vale The Christ, whose Life has touched our own—- For this we thank Thee, God. For though our sight is dim, We know that Thou dost guide, And through the dark and dreary days Of shattered hopes and broken plans, Will bring us life, Far richer in its wealth of love and light Than we could know before. — CLARA GUDIM Fleeting Youth is like unto a burning candle. . . . How steadily it burns, and how brilliant the warm radiance of its light! It will not last forever. Shall I clutch it closely, grasping for myself? But no, I’ll melt it down. Shall I conceal its brilliance and use it only for my own pleasure? Or shall I fling it carelessly about, for all to see and no one to enjoy? I cannot hold it steadfastly. I’ll place it in God’s candlestick to burn for Him! Youth is like unto a burning candle. . . . — MARY LOU MORTENSEN DIAL 30 Show less
long May Oar [and Be Brig/Ir Freedom brings a million things to mind. I think of children’s laughter, gay and loud . . . soap box orators proclaiming their rights and ideals, punctuated by the halting noises of streetcars, buses, and trains that carry the free to their goals. And the white picket... Show morelong May Oar [and Be Brig/Ir Freedom brings a million things to mind. I think of children’s laughter, gay and loud . . . soap box orators proclaiming their rights and ideals, punctuated by the halting noises of streetcars, buses, and trains that carry the free to their goals. And the white picket fence that guards each neighbor’s yard, only to keep the infant from escape. I think of the telephone wires that stitch the states together oe’r mountain and dale—the channels of thought where ideas run rampant. I think of little red school houses, steeped in the tradition of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, that dot the country with regular precision in their march for truth. I think of America, synonym of freedom. Truly, the land of the free and the home of the brave. —— MARY LOU MORTENSEN You Walking by your side Thrills me to the core— And when you speak, It’s music to my ears. Your smile makes me yield To your trivial wish. Long are the hours Of your absence. You are like a Beautiful melody— Always with me, Yet so far away. — MARY LOU MORTENSEN 29 DIAL Show less
flty Will. . . Not Mine . . . I cried in deep distress unto the Lord, ——Teach me the secret of a life in Thee. He heard my voice And, in His love, With brand of white—hot steel He seared upon my heart His prayer From the Gethsemane of long ago — “Thy will . . . not mine . . ." And now, each dawn,... Show moreflty Will. . . Not Mine . . . I cried in deep distress unto the Lord, ——Teach me the secret of a life in Thee. He heard my voice And, in His love, With brand of white—hot steel He seared upon my heart His prayer From the Gethsemane of long ago — “Thy will . . . not mine . . ." And now, each dawn, He traces with His gentle touch The prayer that means to me hope, joy, and life— “Thy will . . . not mine . . .” — RUTH WELTZIN My Wis/I I wish for you Peace as the Christ Child can give; I wish for you Health and due graces to live. I wish for you Hope for a happy tomorrow; I wish for you Joy to drown every sorrow. I wish for you Blessings in all that you do. This is my Christmas Wish for you. —MARIE G JENVICK 28 , “d-“_. w....._.‘. -— Show less
70 Spring Tinkling in the soft spring air, Music comes from everywhere, And it brings a new spring song. It is so frail; it can’t last long. It seems a web of ecstasy Is spun, connecting spring and me, With one glad song, so sweet and free. Ah, spring! What happiness you bring! My soul is... Show more70 Spring Tinkling in the soft spring air, Music comes from everywhere, And it brings a new spring song. It is so frail; it can’t last long. It seems a web of ecstasy Is spun, connecting spring and me, With one glad song, so sweet and free. Ah, spring! What happiness you bring! My soul is thrilled to hear you sing. Above the earth, above the trees Are clouds—of endless fantasies; Of dancing fairies in the snow, Which left the earth not long ago. My soul soars high on wings of song To heaven’s gate, where you belong. —— EVELYN LANDSVERK 0dr “ 1'” His stately walk, his piercing eye, Caught our respect as he passed by. His nature staunch, his stature straight, Beckoned us toward the golden gate. His comforting talks, his outspoken prayers, v Gave us a glimpse of the Christ he shares. His loving smile, his cordial ear, Turned our problems to heavenly cheer. But now he’s gone, the battle’s o’er. He’s taken his place on deity’s shore. Now we may say, how privileged I— To have known God’s man, our saintly “Si.” DIAL Show less
25 Reverie I saw a rose last night, A fragrant flower. It’s ruby-velvet petals lightly dewed; Scarce open yet, so young it was. I loved the flower—— And thought of you. I heard a song this morn, A happy robin sang enraptured; Song of life, and love, and joy. I heard the robin sing—— And thought of... Show more25 Reverie I saw a rose last night, A fragrant flower. It’s ruby-velvet petals lightly dewed; Scarce open yet, so young it was. I loved the flower—— And thought of you. I heard a song this morn, A happy robin sang enraptured; Song of life, and love, and joy. I heard the robin sing—— And thought of you. I felt the wind today, Fresh with unshed rain upon my face. I felt its soft caress— And thought of you. -—-CLODAUGH NEIDERHEISER DIAL ~ “4 Show less