GEORGE E. TACK by GEORGE E. TACK

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 16, 1911

GEORGE E. TACK

By GEORGE E. TACK

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GEORGE E. TACK

From hills that slope down through the brown-limbed woods, Which catch and toss the roaring wind a-bounding far afield, But gently sway to let the gold ray fall, that broods O’er dead brown leaves that heap o’er spots that yield An odor rare, I brush the leaves aside, And stoop to breathe the fragrant life, Renewed from frozen earth’s and sun-ray’s warming strife.

The dead shall live! When in the wintry hour of despair Thou stoopest o’er the heaps of flowers perished long, Know that the lives now hid in One whose tender care Doth guard, in spring he'll bring them forth with song, All fragrant with the new life’s odors rare, And lovely tinted by the sun’s warm ray, To blossom on the many sheltered, verdant hills of day.

Baltimore, Md.