He is back. And somehow the sky is brighter; Somehow the seas are not so high; The steps of the marching men are lighter— And only the dull folk whisper 'Why?'
I know-'We were never a one-man people.' 'The sower's nothing without the sod.' 'The church is the thing, and not the steeple.' Nevertheless—he is back. Thank God. January 23, 1944
