A STILL SMALL VOICE
IN the silence of the morning, through the softly-rising mist,As the chrysolite of dawning ripened into amethyst,Came a voice so clear, peremptory, that my soul could not but list:"Unto thyself be true!"In the rush and swirl of noontide, 'mid a gale of voices loud,And keen eyes that flashed their lightnings over faces thunder-browed,Came a voice imperious, alien to the voices of the crowd:"Be to thy brother true!"In the calmness of the evening, when the winds had sunk to rest,When no earthquake heaved its fury, burned no fire within my breast,Came a still small voice so tender, it the heart of Christ confessed:"Unto thy God be true!"
IN the silence of the morning, through the softly-rising mist,As the chrysolite of dawning ripened into amethyst,Came a voice so clear, peremptory, that my soul could not but list:"Unto thyself be true!"In the rush and swirl of noontide, 'mid a gale of voices loud,And keen eyes that flashed their lightnings over faces thunder-browed,Came a voice imperious, alien to the voices of the crowd:"Be to thy brother true!"In the calmness of the evening, when the winds had sunk to rest,When no earthquake heaved its fury, burned no fire within my breast,Came a still small voice so tender, it the heart of Christ confessed:"Unto thy God be true!"
IN the silence of the morning, through the softly-rising mist,As the chrysolite of dawning ripened into amethyst,Came a voice so clear, peremptory, that my soul could not but list:"Unto thyself be true!"
IN the silence of the morning, through the softly-rising mist,
As the chrysolite of dawning ripened into amethyst,
Came a voice so clear, peremptory, that my soul could not but list:
"Unto thyself be true!"
In the rush and swirl of noontide, 'mid a gale of voices loud,And keen eyes that flashed their lightnings over faces thunder-browed,Came a voice imperious, alien to the voices of the crowd:"Be to thy brother true!"
In the rush and swirl of noontide, 'mid a gale of voices loud,
And keen eyes that flashed their lightnings over faces thunder-browed,
Came a voice imperious, alien to the voices of the crowd:
"Be to thy brother true!"
In the calmness of the evening, when the winds had sunk to rest,When no earthquake heaved its fury, burned no fire within my breast,Came a still small voice so tender, it the heart of Christ confessed:"Unto thy God be true!"
In the calmness of the evening, when the winds had sunk to rest,
When no earthquake heaved its fury, burned no fire within my breast,
Came a still small voice so tender, it the heart of Christ confessed:
"Unto thy God be true!"