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Show Just Folks , ly Edasr A. Guett RESTORATIVE Sometimes in moments of my deepest doubt When cold harsh reason snarls that faith ia vain: That God ia but a phantom of man's brain Set up to guard the weak against . the stout. I walk my little patch of ground about Where blossoms born of earth and sun and rain Entice me to His presence once again. And gaze on things that never shut him out The cardinal at evening sings His praise! The tenderest blossom speaks of Him with Joy. Have I grown proud of skill which men employ? The pale, pink rose a miracle displays And marigold and phlox and columbine Witness His . glory and His power- divine. Copyright 1937, for The Telegram. |