Poem*

*originally published in the November 1945 issue   The tempter said “O come my son, Life for you has just begun. If time you spend on Scripture’s truth, You’ll waste a lot of precious youth.   You’re only young but once, you see, And now’s the time for gaiety— For movies, parties and such things, Church is sober—my world sings!”   And the son was faced with problem grave: Was he to superstition slave? Are Christians all filled with false hope? And does the world in darkness grope?   But what...