Poem July 12, 1900 Issue

A Song of Praise

BY LOUISE REVELLE.

When the early dawn of morning
Tints the sky with jewels bright,
Painting all the face of Nature
With a calm and holy light;
Then let us render,
In accents tender,
Our praise to God;
For He is Life.

When the noon-tide's glorious splendor
Falls on mountain, hill, and vale,
Dissipating error's darkness
With a light that cannot fail;
Come then with singing,
Our praises bringing
To God most high;
For He is Truth.

When the evening twilight gathers,
Filling all with holy peace,
Breathing forth a benediction,
Bidding strife and discord cease;
In sacred union,
And sweet communion,
Give praise to God;
For He is Love.