Poem February 7, 1901 Issue

The Song of the Century

BY RUTHALIE WINSTON.

Lift up your hearts, ye sons of men,
And catch a sweet refrain—
The low farewell of a century
Breathing a low sweet lullaby
A surcease from all pain.

Sing, for the days of triumph
Break, and the night is o'er;
To God in the highest glory
Is sung the old, old story,
Heard on the Judæan shore.

The gentle dove of peace has come,
A messenger of love;
Christ is enthroned within our heart,
That Christ whose grace can ne'er depart,
Whose name is endless Love.

Lo, since the star of Bethlehem shone
Where the infant Jesus lay,
There never were years so blest as these,
O'er the earth, o'er all the seas,
The dawn of the perfect day.

Oh Love divine! oh gracious Lord!
The harvest time is here;
The seed is sown, has taken root,
The years that come shall reap the fruit,
And heaven itself appear.

The century old has passed away,
Our birthright back is won,
Love guide us to the perfect day,
Life, Truth, and Right shall lead the way,
Till we hear Thy sweet "Well done."