WHAT THE MASTER SAYS TO ME

Can you hear the whisper low — in the trees,Just at nightfall, when the sighing evening breezeFills the sacred moments with repose?Listen — now you caught the word of fond release—Christ is speaking — what a word of lasting peaceCrowns the daily life of him who knows

Tell the story, though 'twere full of seeming grief;Though' twere tempered with a sense of false belief.Tell thy story; open wide thy heart.Now the Master listens —child of tender years,Canst thou, looking up. dismiss thy idle fears?Know that God will take thy humble part?

December 28, 1907
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