Things I Love by MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 4, 1915

Things I Love

By MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

I LOVE October’s hazy skies, The sunset with its brilliant dyes; The feathery plumes of goldenrod, That in the autumn breezes nod; The muffled thunder’s sullen roar, The waves that beat the rocky shore; The pearly-tinted shell which gleams Where golden light in beauty streams.

I love the mountain, stretching high Like hoary giant toward the sky; The fields, the hills, the rocks, the plains, The winter’s snow, the summer rains,— All these I love; in each I see The loving hand of Deity.

But more, far more than all the rest, I love the little children best. ’Tis sweet to hear their voices ring Like merry warblers in the spring. I love to see their eyes so bright, That shine like stars in summer night. Made in God’s image, sweet and mild, What’s fairer than a little child?

Lansing, Mich.