Poem January 29, 1916 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

Night Voices

PEARL M. HADLEY

Down purpled mountains evening sweeps,
And through my window softly creeps
The light of stars which write on high,
Across the zenith of the sky,
God is Love.

The ocean's call, the wind's low sigh,
Are sleeping nature's lullaby.
They murmur o'er and o'er again
In accents low the sweet refrain,
God is Love.

The wavering mist above the stream,
The floating cloud, the moon's soft beam,
Unite in tenderest tones to tell
The ear attuned to nature's spell,
God is Love.

And with night's voices solemn, sweet,
I raise mine own my Lord to greet.
Whate'er life's mysteries may be,
Dear Lord of life, I trust in Thee,
For Thou art Love.

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