How luminous the hour!
How much it did contain –
Good fellowship and gain
Of mental pictures bright;
The chequered forest floor,
Roof of translucent leaves
Wherein the sunshine weaves
The green and gold of fall;
The ducks and swans at ease,
The glitter on the lake,
Sedges and reeds that shake,
Sound of the sighing wind.
And soon, when winter’s here,
A light for darker days,
That we may speak the praise
Of God who guides the sun.
Sheila Durbin