one July Night (verse)
Tyrell, Vorothy
The noise of the world lay hushed and still As the grass beneath my window-sill: The day's routine was done before The night crept in and closed the door Upon the din of daylight things. The...
...Softly, silently, still no sound, The big moon floated, cold and round— (Across its face a bird in flight Disappeared in heaven's height) Hung there in a whitened sky And made the world below alight...
...Softer than a whispered word...
...The night was light, the night was still, The moon held sway above the hill, And not a sound had touched the air In the tremendous movement there...
...The night was dark, the night was still, And then the moon rose over the hill, And yet—and yet the night was still...
...But dark...
...A light that touched a row of trees Swaying gently in the breeze, Whitened the ground Without a sound, Whitened the night Till the world was bright...
...Was still...
...God's mightiest works are never heard...
...God works His mightiest, greatest things Softly, as a bird on wings Soars above the world on high— Softer than a tear or sigh...
...Ah no, the night Was flooded with a mellow light...
Vol. 6 • July 1927 • No. 12
