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