p. 1 | THE MORNING COMETH." by Frances Eugenia Bolton

Pacific Press Publishing Association

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 49.

THE MORNING COMETH."

By Frances Eugenia Bolton

THE MORNING COMETH."

WHEN the angels o'er the shepherds Sang announcement of Christ's birth It was heralded forever

"Joy to men and peace on earth." Tho an interval like midnight, Should ensue before the dawn; Yet the light of life had advent, And the blazing day comes on.

O the day dawns, swiftly hastening, When the shadows all shall pass When the thorn-prick and the thistle Will not stab us through the grass. Tares and weeds will find the furnace, Stubble will no more increase, Roses bloom through every desert,— "Joy on earth, good-will, and peace."

Over all the night's battalions Come the armies of the Light. One rides forth in blazing pageant With the flaming sword of might. As the shadows of the midnight Melt before the day's increase, So shall evil fade and vanish,— "Joy on earth, good-will, and peace."

Catch God's hope and let it light you From earth's dense miasmal gloom. Ill is transient, temporary, God is everlasting bloom. Hate's a shadow passing under Light of love with no surcease, Radiant, conquering, immortal,— "Joy on earth, good-will, and peace."

What a day 'twill be! O rapture! Not a shadow in the dome. Glorious life and light and beauty, Love forever, rest at home; Harmony for heart's sweet tuning Into song that can not cease, One with Christ and with all others,— "Joy on earth, good-will, and peace."

FRANCES EUGENIA BOLTON.