Poem October 24, 1901 Issue

My Song

BY J. H. J.

When the hidden sun touches the mountains afar,
Ere the stillness of night has gone;
When the silver clouds welcome the morning star,
And the darkness retreats from the dawn;
Then nature awakes refreshed from her sleep;
The coy maiden flowers from their green beds peep;
And the twittering birds, and all creatures below,
And the star, and the clouds above,
Are telling my soul in sweet voices and low,
God is love.

When the summer sun lights up the sky and the earth,
And the dew on the grass and the tree;
When the mountain stream sparkles in joyous mirth,
And the white foam is tossed on the sea;
Then nature is bounding with life and emprise,
And looks into mine with a thousand eyes;
With glances that waken the spirit's power
To emotions resplendently bright,
As she chants to my soul from her rainbow bower,
God is light.

When the shadows of night stalk over the wold,
And the landscape is tinted with grey;
Then onyx, and jasper, and purple, and gold,
Is the wreath of the dying day;
And the listening heart hears the anthem grand:
There is a new-born day in another land;
The love and the light of the soul cannot die,
But survives in immortal youth!
And the chorus resounds from the earth and the sky,
God is truth.

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