The Lady of the Fields:
What humble power she wields,
In the simplest of homes
She brought forth the Living Word.
As incredulous, fantastic
As it appears
The angel bid us not to fear:
This Truth has infinite power to mend
Our broken temples
On these created grounds.
This Living Word
Comes like a pearl:
Enclosed in mortality, it is
The golden treasure of our world.
The Lady of the Fields;
In these Fields, our home
She welcomed the Word
To comfort our moan,
The moans of separation, which were
Healed by His Love.
By Elisabeth Smith ‘28, Assistant Editor-in-Chief
