NIGHT

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 4, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 27.

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NIGHT

MRS. M. ELIZABETH BURNS-HOWELL
O, the rare enchantment like the mystery of dreams, When the moon is shining silver, with her pure and placid beams; When the air is heavy-freighted with the scent of fragrant blooms! O, 'tis then that rest aboundeth, and a sweet refreshing comes!
It is then that peace surpassing settles down upon the soul, And we feel beyond our striving and our strife a higher goal; For the eye with wider vision looks enraptured on the sight As it sees in faith a future like the holy hush of night.
Cometh now a sense of safety, and a calm serene enthralls With the joy of trust unfailing, e'en when seeming ill befalls; For the Hand that stills the tumult and bestows the balm of night Holds the suns and all their systems, and will shape our course aright.