Morning by Mary Valliant Nowlin

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Apr 26, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 16.

Morning

By Mary Valliant Nowlin

BEHOLD the flashing of the light Athwart the eastern heaven. Its radiance spreads afar. The night Drops her sable robe, driven To the confines of her place, And morning smiles on nature's face.

The sky turns crimson gold. The stars Fast melt in the molten sea, And the calm day through golden bars Now advances lovingly. Pulsing life is felt anew, Thrilling nature through and through.

And as I watch the new-born day Lighting earth and sea and sky, My soul looks up; not far away Will greet my gazing, raptured eye, The coming of that other morn— Eternity's long-looked-for dawn.

Come quickly, morn of morns, O come; Long and dark has been the night; I, like a wanderer far from home, Will greet thy coming with delight— The healing day approaching near, Joy-laden, heavenly, and clear.

O in that morn of morns I'll sing No feeble song as I do now. Untrammeled then, my praise shall ring— The victor's crown upon my brow— For Him who saved me by His grace, When I shall see Him face to face.

Takoma Park, D. C.