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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 8, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 29.

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Home Longings

By Inita S. Chilson

INITA S. CHILSON
THIS morning a song bird was trilling A soul-encaptured lay; His matin rang through the woodland, And cheered me on my way. I listened; the exquisite music Soared o'er the sunlit lea; And oh, the bird, my Saviour, was singing, Was singing of thee, of thee!
I heard a low breath in the pine trees, And the wind was sighing through, The oaks lent their voices majestic, The elms and poplars, too. Soon, throughout the forest, a plaintive Sound like a sobbing sea, And all the wood, my Saviour, was sighing, Was sighing for thee, for thee!
We think of thee in the daytime And dream of thee by night, And waking would thou wert here, Lord, While tears are blinding the sight. O hasten thy glorious appearing! Speed thy angels o'er land and sea, For Israel, all Israel, my Saviour, is watching, And waiting, and longing for thee!
Canon, Ga.