Meditation by Calvin Green

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Apr 11, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 15.

Meditation

By Calvin Green

THE sun is slowly sinking Behind the western sky; The shadows of the evening O'er earth begin to lie. The western sky is tinted With a deep and rosy glow, While the eastern hills are glinted By the sunlight falling low.

The air is calm and peaceful, And a murmur low is heard From out the swaying forest, As of distant waters stirred; The birds are swiftly winging Their homeward way to rest; While the robin sings in twilight In his spreading maple nest.

The flowers close their petals, And droop as wearily; The child of God is thoughtful As recedes another day. The angels have its record, And soon with flight above They'll bear it for an entrance On pages kept in love.

In the silent hours of darkness, Of helplessness in sleep, Will we be kept from evil? Will angels vigil keep? Will we be spared till sunlight Shall bring another day, Refreshed by this restorer For the duties in our way?

The somber robe of evening Now closes o'er the scene, And the moon with borrowed radiance Sheds forth its silver screen; The stars appear like jewels Studding the cloudless sky, And quietly all nature Retires in rest to lie.

" 'Tis then the humble Christian Bows low in faith to pray To One who kept him safely Through all the hours of day, As he invokes the presence, Divinely pure and blest, With peaceful, silent Nature He sinks to quiet rest." Ft. Atkinson, Wisconsin.