p. 9 | THE CHIMES OF DAWN by C. M. Snow

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, Cal. · Jun 6, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 22.

THE CHIMES OF DAWN.

By C. M. Snow

WHILE the larks are singing sweet, in the early morn, Waken, hasten, classmates, and yourselves adorn. Out beneath the sky so fair, Fling aside your load of care, Sing the song of morntime, sing it with a will. Come away, haste away Into the verdant fields to-day, List the song that nature sings; she can not be still, Singing, ever singing, telling her tale so true, In her way, day by day, teaching me and you. Open is her living book, Grassy field and running brook, Flower and fruit, leaf and tree, Sturdy kine and humming bee, Singing breeze and sparkling dew— Telling me and telling you Of the love and tender care God Himself is giving there.

While the sparrows twitter sweet, at the break of day, Toss aside the veil of sleep, hasten thou away; Leave the book of printed page— Better it than you should age— Out into the early morn, breathe the fragrant air. God has blessings there for you; Seek ye them—He bids you to— You must seek them each for each in their dewy lair.

Ringing, ever ringing, jubilant bells of dawn Sweet in tune, mellow rune, tinkling down the lawn. Up in the trees that choir is, In the bell of the blooms I'm hearing this; Under the leaves they chirp in time, Cadence sweet and rhythmal rhyme, Telling the tale so new, so true— Telling to all, to me, to you— Telling of the love and care God is manifesting there.

While the morn is fresh and young, like a blooming flower, Hasten out to drink the sweets of this early hour. Scattered fragments you will see, On the grass, on flower and tree, Of some radiant rainbow wreath fallen from the sky, Hanging there on [a] blade, Rubies bright and diamonds made, By the glinting shafts of light swiftly flashing by. Shimmering, dancing, sparkling orbs make a jeweled wreath 'Decking' bud and bursting bloom, and the grass beneath. These the gems of early morn— Richer ones were never worn. What a wealth of splendor lies Underneath the bending skies! Shout and tell from dew to dew All His love has wrought for you. C. M. SNOW.