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THE DARK BEFORE DAWN

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Apr 26, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 17.

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THE DARK BEFORE DAWN.

By Edith M. Thomas

O, MYSTERY of the morning gloam, Of haunted air, of windless hush! O, wonder of the deepening dome— Afar, still far, the morning's flush! My spirit hears, among the spheres, The round earth's ever-quickening rush!
A single leaf, on yonder tree, The planet's rush hath felt, hath heard; And soon all branches whispering be! That whisper wakes the nested bird— The song of thrush, before the blush Of Dawn, the dreaming world hath stirred!
The old moon withers in the east— The winds of space may drive her far! In heaven's chancel waits the priest— Dawn's pontiff-priest, the morning star! And yonder, lo! a shafted glow— The gates of Day-spring fall ajar! —Edith M. Thomas.