God’s Love.

—M. H. Wetherbee. (Stone-Cutter.)

GOD’S Spirit smiles in flowers,
And in soft summer showers
He sends his love.
Each dew drop speaks his praise,
And bubbling fount displays,
In all their lucid rays,
Light from above.

The tiny waves that creep
Along the ravines steep,
Obey his nod.
The golden orb of day,
And ocean’s crested spray,
To him due homage pay,
Creation’s God.

Thus friendship wears its bloom,
And smiles beyond the tomb
In its own light.
O may that love be ours,
Which guides life’s darkest hours,
Cheering like smiling flowers
Hope’s deepest night.


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