Transfiguration by George E. Tack

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 13, 1911

Transfiguration

By George E. Tack

GEORGE E. TACK

Lo, on the palace dome of night, Glitter the stars; Silently from those mines of light Fall silver bars.

O’er the horizon’s darkened rim, The golden haze Floats, and each mountain vast doth limn With pencil rays.

Out from the city, silent forms With faces grave Ascend yon mountain, scarred by storms, Where demons rave.

Now on the summit men appear From realms of light, The ones whom Christ himself did cheer, In their dark night,—

Moses, the type of those whom God Shall raise from dust; Elias, of those caught from earth’s sod, The living just.

They speak of Calvary’s death of shame, The burial, And resurrection’s dawn of flame O’er death and hell.

And hark! the Father’s voice is heard: “Hear ye my Son! By tabernacle be not lured; My will be done.”

The glory fades, the voice is still, The hills soft dream; The four return through morn’s air chill, Each face agleam.

Far o’er the brightening azure sky, Whose tapers gleam, And flicker, ere they wane and die, The sunbeams stream;

And never, till the mountains flee Before His face, Shall men again such glory see, And heavenly grace.

Baltimore, Md.