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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 2, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 59.

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Our Broken Walls

By Lanta Wilson Smith

OVER a winding wayside wall, Ragged, and rough, and gray, There crept a tender and clinging vine, Tireless day by day. At last its mantle of softest tint Covered each jagged seam; The straggling wall, half broken down, Became, with that leafy, tinted crown, Fair as an artist’s dream.
Oh for the kindness that clings and twines Over life’s broken wall, That blossoms above the scars of pain, Striving to hide them all! Oh for the helpful, ministering hands, Beneficent, willing feet, That spread rich mantles of tender thought O’er life’s hard places, till time has wrought Its healing—divine, complete.
—Lanta Wilson Smith.