Nature’s Wonderland by George E. Tack

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 4, 1911

Nature’s Wonderland

By George E. Tack

GEORGE E. TACK

O WONDROUS and grand are the mountains fair, That range away in the distant air, Bright touched with the sun’s own colors rare, In the sky-fields of eve and morn.

And Alp-like some their summits raise, Their pinnacles and crowns ablaze With glory beams and purest rays, As on temples old and grand.

And others, hill-like, range afar By golden seas, whose rippling bar Reflects, perhaps, the morning star, That beams so pure and mild.

And here and there, the mountains through, Are placid lakes of deepest blue, And opaline and crystal, too, That waveless, tideless, gleam.

Then over all there softly glows A crimson light, perchance, or rose, That flushes mount and lake, and glows Through all the cloudland fair.

And oft through wonderland away I go, at eve or break of day, Where nature holds her wondrous sway, And charms my very soul.

Thus God doth grant me, here at home, By mountain, sea, and lake to roam, Till to Mount Zion’s sea I come, And view his wonders there.

Baltimore, Md.