THE NORTH PACIFIC GLEANER quot Put ye in the sickle for the harvest is ripe quot VOL I No II COLLEGE PLACE WASHINGTON APRIL The Christ Where cross the crowded ways of life Where sound the cries of race and clan Above the noise of selfish strife We hear thy voice Son of Man In haunts of wretchedness and need On shadowed thresholds dark with fears From paths where hide the lures of gold We catch the vision of thy tears From tender childhood a
