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