Poem October 4, 1930 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Day's Work

NINA B. FARRINGTON

Gently the day breaks, and all earth is waking;
Sunbeams are drinking the dew from the lea;
Morning is here, and from out vibrant stillness,
Love's work is calling—is beckoning me.

Time was when weary I wakened each morning,
Dreading each task so unwelcome to thought;
Now I rejoice that His work is before me—
God's day, God's work, and God's glory I'm taught.

Morning so glorious, hope of the evening,
Hope of the new day that night shall release;
Joy of the morning—God's work in progression;
Joy of the evening—true rest and sweet peace!

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