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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Sep 5, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 36.

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Little Voices

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
I AM glad that the brook can praise Him, As well as the boundless sea; That the tiny blade of the grasses May join with the forestry; That the wee lone flower by the wayside Unites with the garden fair To utter a fragrant message Of his infinite thought and care.
I joy in the summer's sunshine, In the winter's frost and snow, In the gales that bend low tree-monarchs, And the zephyrs that softly blow; But the sun pales before his glory, And no snow can his raiment meet, And the winds that blow are but symbols Of his power for those who seek.
I rejoice, though so small and feeble, I may sing of his power and might, That the God who will note the sparrow Is guardian through earth's night; And erelong in the day, beholding His excellent majesty, I shall kneel at his feet adoring, And proclaim his great love for me.