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From the December 1937 issue of The Christian Science Journal

In sorrow's night a voice I heard; It came as swift as singing bird In sky of summer blue and white, And sang itself into my night. I heard—I knew 'twas God who spoke— I rose, and rising felt the yoke Of darkness, doubting, and despair, Slip off into the night, and there, Where night had been, the light of peace Has brought, thank God, release, release.