A Sabbath Reverie by Pearl Waggoner

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 20, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 37.

A Sabbath Reverie

By Pearl Waggoner

By Pearl Waggoner

'Tis summer in the woods. The sun-crowned trees, Erect as kings in native dignity, Yet gently sway, the while their branches shake From side to side, as if, with kind intent, The sun's rich gift they would not selfish keep To bless themselves alone; and so with grace And generous impulse open wide a path Till myriads of sunbeams dance and play Upon the shaded herbs and ground beneath.

'Tis Sabbath in the woods, and here is rest, Apart from city sounds, from sordid care. And here, in this God's church not made with hands, I wait in reverential mood, and hold a tryst With Him who did the leafy temples form. I hear a mighty chorus rise and swell, In which the woodland voices all unite, Acknowledging their great Creator's praise, Until my heart, too, overflows with song, In tune with nature, and with nature's God.