Nature's Wonderland by George E. Tack

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · May 27, 1908

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 34, No. 22.

Nature's Wonderland.

By George E. Tack

O WONDROUS and grand are the mountains fair, That range away in the distant air; And touched with the sun's own colors rare, In the skyfields of eve and morn.

And Alp-like, some their summits raise, Their pinnacles and crowns ablaze, With glory beams and purest rays, As on temples old and grand.

And others, hill-like, range afar, By golden seas, whose rippling bar Reflects, perhaps, the morning star, That gleams so pure and mild.

And here and there the mountains thru Are placid lakes of deepest blue, And opaline, and crystal, too, That waveless, tideless, gleam.

Then over all there softly grows A crimson light, or chance of rose, That flushes mount and lake, and glows Thru all the cloudland fair.

And oft thru wonderland away, I go, at eve, or break of day, Where nature holds her wondrous sway, And charms my very soul.

Thus God doth grant me here at home, By mountain, sea, and lake to roam, Till to Mount Zion's sea I come, And view His wonders there.

GEORGE E. TACK.