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Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Jan 17, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 3.

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THE HOME
THE HOME

SUNSET.

By Hart Hall

In a sea of glorious mold Slowly sinks the western sun, And the dazzling rays of gold Fade to twilight, one by one. But the mountain peaks so high, Towering up with lofty grace, Catch the sunbeams ere they die, And receive their last embrace.
Symbols of God's mightiness, Giant sentinels so bold, Blushing from the sun's caress, Garnished with reflected gold, Crimson blended with the snow, Beautiful the mountains stand; While in darkness, far below, Angry waves wash up the sand.
Abba, Father, may it be That the picture painted here Shall direct our thoughts to Thee, And reveal a lesson clear. May it be that, high above All the murmurs of life's sea, We may catch Thy rays of love And reflect them back to Thee. San Francisco, Cal. HART HALL.