The Sweet Refrain by Rose Trumbull

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 6, 1910

The Sweet Refrain

By Rose Trumbull

I hear it singing in the dawn— A world-old, sweet refrain— I hear its notes insistent drawn In music of the rain; It sings within the swaying corn, A canticle of cheer That glorifies the golden morn: “He loves thee: do not fear.”

I hear it singing in the noon When aging summer grieves, And fading maples sadly croon The farewell of the leaves; I hear it when mid shrouding snows The chanting winds intone A threnody above the rose: “Will He not keep His own?”

I hear it singing in the night When out across the bar The moonlight falls in shimmering white, And calls my bark afar; It sings to me when vesper bells Steal out upon the deep, And through all nature sings and swells: “He loves thee: rest and sleep.”

—Rose Trumbull, in Sunday School Times.