Poem August 1, 1901 Issue

Gratitude

BY L. E. LITZSINGER.

When the heart once enshrouded in darkness and gloom,
Has been filled with the sunshine of God,
Were it Possible then to conceal the bright rays
As they scatter their radiance abroad?

Could the rose and the lily their fragrance withhold?
Can the stars hide their light as they shine?—
Ah, the cup that is full, even full to the brim,
Must o'erflow with the nectar divine.

Now the heart-bells of love are made vocal with praise,
And are chiming sweet gratitude's strain:
Sorrow's death-knell is rung, and the Earth sings with joy
As it echoes the gladsome refrain.

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