Poem August 25, 1934 Issue

Present Praise

JOHN WHITE

The breaking morn, refreshed with sparkling dew;
The busy noontide too;
And radiant evening, coloring the west,
With night, for needful rest,
Are not, as heretofore, mere fleeting time,
But cycles for sublime
And ceaseless thanks to God, wherein to bring
Our instant praise, and sing!
For now, unfolding to our inward sight
By Scripture's unlocked light,
Is seen a nobler man, gracious and kind,
Likeness of perfect Mind,
Reflecting love, joy, goodness, peace, and health—
Spirit's unfailing wealth!
In man's glad sonship, then, let us rejoice
With heart and ampler voice,
And thanks unceasing to the Father give
In whom we ever live.

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