[Written for the Sentinel]

The Ageless Song

From topmost boughs of ancient trees a lay
Of liquid music, flowing melody,
Poured forth from dawn to hush at close of day,
Filling the air with joy and harmony.

Heedless of traffic's roar and rush and noise
The songster caroled on, his call in life
Free and unfettered joy and praise to voice,
Unconscious of the seeming toil and strife.

So as we walk earth's valley, we can hear
Above the tumult clear the song of songs,
In Spirit-stillness sounding pure and clear,
Which through eternity to us belongs.

The song which on the mount the Master heard,
Communing with the Father face to face,
Still sounded sweet, when with the healing Word
He walked with men and went from place to place.

This peace divine, this song of joy we claim,
Not only when in solitude we pray,
But when amidst the halt, the blind, the lame,
With healing Christ we labor day by day.

For this is joy no dream of earth can move,
Forever ours to share, the peace of God,
As among men we walk with unselfed love
And strive to tread the path our Master trod.

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