SCIENCE AND SOLITUDE

ALVA B. AMMERMAN.

In the cool and quiet places,
In the wood's deep sylvan shade,
We may always find clear traces
Of the things that Mind has made.
Over verdant velvet grasses.
Sparkling bright with diamond dew,
Every summer breath that passes
Bids one here his life renew.

And 'mid silence which so sweetly
Woos the weary one to rest,
Bids him cast away completely
Cares and fears which sore distress.
Then o'er troubled thought comes stealing
Sense of burdens laid aside;
Love divine has wrought the healing
Which His wisdom doth provide.

And the one who once was weary
Of a loveless life and vain,
Has in Science solved the query
How his loss can be his gain.
As he leaves the glade, rejoicing
In his new-found liberty,
Songs of feathered folk seem voicing
That blest truth which makes us free.

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