He gave our nation of his giant strength.

When it was weak and could not stand alone,

He held its groping tottering form. At length

Triumphant, it emerged from war's dark zone,

Fulfilled the vision that this prophet saw

Upon his knees, his weary massive head

Bowed low. The ice of fearful hearts would thaw

Before the sunshine of his love. Though dead

He walks the earth to temper every hour,

For death but gave him every nation's lands

In which to dwell with tender, deathless power.

The work of this loved commoner withstands

Erosion of ill winds. He has his place

Within the universal heart's embrace.

The Improvement Era

First in MFCP Clinic Poems, Spring Retreat 1951