ns. I love the music sung with the wings of the dust through the
fields of chaffing grains, shadowed beneath the azure light of the
hill's refrains.

Move, you angels of speed, across the white serenes. You rocks of earth
stand still. You seas that lash with a turbulent rage shall all obey my
will. I will watch by the things that strive and love, till all the
earth be filled.

You teeming hosts a' moving on--I love the things of life. You serene
glories of the sun's meridian gleam across the extending plains of
white; that love and live in the dust of the earth, beneath the sun's
great light.

Move you children with the speed of fire; I love those wings that sing
in their strength, and might. Haste the speed of the soul that the
living mind be right, you things that live in the light of the day--I
hate the things of night.

Gather on the plains like clouds all spectered with black and gray. The
things of speed shall dwell sublime, though the things that wait shall
pass away. I shall call to those of my own in the midst of the sea; I
shall wait for those that pray.

There is a light that shines with those that tell of the speed and
power. Of the soul that hastens to the things of right in the days of
their fleeting hours. Of the things that live in the love of light you
people that is of power.

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A Meditation--Our Praise

Mosier of the ages hear the children when they cry. Out on the plains
they pray. Hold aright the storms that sweep over, bear the tempest far
away. The chief of Jehovah's tribune--his hosts above the azure lights
of gray. His spirit searches over the plains through all the souls of
day.

We have a refuge in the light of the first morning, made brighter by the
noon. Unfolding from Zion's harbor unto all the saints upon the
spectered earth is strewn. Jehovah's gift descending through the gloom.
A great rock that was cut out above the earth, but not with hands was
hewn.

Then by the river of Zion all his saints shall meet once more. The
angels in their salvation shall set his children then before. When the
king descends to welcome his hosts upon that living shore, in one speech
all voices of earth his high praises shall sing while crossing over.

This is when the afterwhile has become the present, and the day to come
is just now. When those who hasten to be saved before his throne they
bow. The tears of grief shall be no more for ever. The call come