p. 6 | In the Forest by B. L.

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jun 10, 1908

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 34, No. 24.

In the Forest.

By B. L.

I HAVE knelt in a vast cathedral, And in silence worshiped God; And my heart went out to its Maker, As I knelt where saints had trod. But I never knew the quiet That can steal o'er the hearts of men, Till I stood in the summer woodland Of a peaceful forest glen.

The world and its cares were forgotten, And the peace of God, from on high, Filled the earth with His loving-kindness, And beamed from the vaulted sky. The burden of sorrow rolled from me, And life's passions seemed all at rest; And I almost knew the glory That will fill the souls of the blest;

When the trump of the great Archangel Shall ring thru the halls of Time, And the dead shall arise in their glory From every age and clime; When the vileness of sin is forgotten, And all of life's worry shall cease, And the heart know only the beauty Of God's wonderful love and peace;

When friendship's cord is ne'er broken, And hearts that are severed here, United in God's sweet presence, Shall be filled with trust and cheer; When the shadows of sin can not enter The heart that is weary and worn, And we shall all stand in the splendor Of the resurrection morn.

Sweet Christ, we pray Thee to hasten That wonderful advent day, When earth and its sinnings forgotten, We bask in the beauteous ray Of peace, and love, and friendship, And bliss without alloy, And the blessed smile of Thy presence Shall fill our hearts with joy.

Let the lesson of peace Thou hast written In this forest, old and dim, Remain forever with me, Like the grace of a parting hymn; Fill my heart with truth and patience, With mercy, and trust, and love, Till we meet in Thy wonderful mansions In the glorious heaven above. B. L.