Out of the Mist

STELLA L. MYATT

Out of the mist in the day's early dawning,
Spread like a garment o'er hillside and glen,
Sparkling and fresh with the dews of the morning,
Comes the green earth in its beauty again;
Where the bright sun casts its rays, warm and tender,
Melt like a shadow the vapors away,
From snowy peaks where, in radiant splendor,
Shines the fair promise of blessings to-day.

Out of the mist of the doubt that enfolds me,
Out of the darkness of sorrow and fear,
Into the light of the Love that upholds me,
Radiant with mercy, resplendently clear;
Out of a grief whence all hope had departed,
Into the joy of a life hid in Thee;
Father, I come to Thee, thankful, glad-hearted,—
Man in Thine image is perfect and free.

There is no discord, O God, where Love dwelleth,
There is no sorrow Thou canst not assuage,
'Tis but a dream of which mortal mind telleth,
'Tis but a phantom of error's blind rage;
Then, when Truth rises, all-loving, all-healing,
Melts like a vapor all error away,
Radiant mountain-tops clearly revealing,
Bathed in the light of Love's glorious day.

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