The budding trees, the soft, warm breeze,—
All herald life anew;
In sunlight bright the radiant sight
Dawns gloriously to view.
God's work is done; to every one
This knowledge comes at last.
The flowers of spring their gladness bring,
When winter's night is passed.
And with each year, this vision clear
Bespeaks a world reborn;
We, too, may see and realize
The resurrection morn.
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
DAWN
From the May 1924 issue of The Christian Science Journal