ALL SINGERS

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 4, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 9.

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ALL SINGERS.

ALL singers do not sing their songs in words; The brook's low ripple is unwritten rhyme; The melodies we hear in summer's prime From leaf-dimmed coverts are the songs of birds; Unlanguaged music to his listening herds The shepherd pipes, prone lying ’neath the lime; The star-march, grandest symphony of time, In silent splendor walks the sky that girds.
Save those invisible letters of the ground, The sinless Man who dwelt in Galilee, Our perfect poet wrote nor verse nor line; The story that He voiced is angel-crowned, And to earth's ultimate children it will shine And be their light through kind eternity. —A. T. Schuman.