On the morn of creation, the voice of the Lord
Brought out from confusion the dawning of light;
In infinite wisdom Omnipotence wrought,
And marvels revealed, by the arm of His might.

God spake and the sunlight gleamed over the world;
By His wonderful power the darkness had fled;
Where chaos once reigned through limitless space
Glad rays of sweet sunshine were peacefully shed.

And thus the dark shadows of nature’s new birth
Receded in silence, and splendor was there.
The touch of the Master bedecked the new earth,
And grasses and blossoms made fragrant the air.

Again spake the Mighty, the all-wise Creator,
And Luna arose in her grandeur on high;
He uttered His voice, and stars in the heavens
Shone sweetly like jewels that spangled the sky.

From the mosses and ferns and the tiniest spray,
The dewdrops of morning grew diamond and gem,
And the cloudlets were bathed by the orb of the day,
As a halo of glory gleamed brightly from them.

At the mandate of God came the beasts of the plain,
And the light finny tribes, which play in the sea,
The prairie, the forest, the vast rolling main,
And the beautiful birds with their sweet melody.

As the sun was reclining o’er ocean and land,
At the voice of the Master in beauty man stood,
In innocent gladness he came from His hand,
And all that God made He pronounced very good.

Mrs. Alice A. Harper, Lansingburg, Mich[igan]
The Signs of the Times, May 6, 1897