THE HOME by May Gower

Pacific Press Publishing Association

THE HOME

By May Gower

ALL day the murky clouds had hid The smiling sun from view, And showered its wealth of crystal tears The budding branches through.

And clad in mist, the distant groves Loomed faintly indistinct, Like shadows seen within the stream Above the mossy brink.

I watched the gloomy, restless clouds Shift slow from west to east, Where bright no beauteous colors burned The weary eyes to feast.

But when the twilight's mantle broad Its dusky folds outspread; Lay dim and gray the landscape o'er, The cloudy west was red.

Commingled bright with burnished gold, The scarlet mantle veiled The red and hidden sun that still His ancient pathway trailed.

The doubting soul in fettered chains Read, written in the skies, The parable of suns and rains And cloudy rainbow dyes.

Tho hidden oft by clouds of sin, The Infinite is nigh, By clouds enwrapped above the world Behind the gloomy sky.

MAY GOWER.