by Wilma Morley Despain, Centerfield UT
From The Saga of the Sanpitch, 1969 Historical Writing Contest
When I meet my own—
Will they look up lovingly, and say,
“Well done, you took the torch—
And carried it your portion-of,
THE STEEP RUGGED WAY!”
I, but one of many—
Who have golden harvest reaped,
Am I a worthy standard bearer—of,
This hard won joy
My own came.
Not for profit, wealthy they, but for things true! To worship, to proclaim the gospel–,
To all valiant, who learned its worth,
BECAUSE THEY KNEW!
God does give some grief—
With each gift of song,–but They came, knowing great fear!
Thus brought this gift, this precious light—
SO I TOO, COULD PIONEER!
They left cherished homes–,
I must guard mine, from those—
Who would yet our dreams defile!
They paid the price…, each tortured day!
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