Salt Lake Telegram | 1929-06-23 | Page 21 | Where God's Hand is Seen

9 5 4 r 1 I Where ere Gods God's Hand Is Seen I By MINNIE MINNE J. J HARDY I am am tired ot of the city with its Its' tinseled parade And I Iv v want nt to go ba back le where the big things are made To tramp through the wildwood and rest gest by the stream And drink health and Joy from my battered cante canteen n To ride with the cowboys co oer o'er the wild desert plain And fe feel eel l in my f face ce the refreshing spring rain Where sage flowers lowers are purple and nd pine trees ar argreen are are green green On mountain and mesa where Gods God's hand is seen Take me back take me back to the the- forest again Let my h heart rt sing tho the wild birds' birds sweet happy n refrain Where the lake hake In the morning smiles mlles pta placid id and blu blue And the clouds are all pink where the sunbeams drift dritt through white dogwood blossoms nod their star like e heads To violets and ferns terns in tb their r deep mossy beds And the misty whit falls seem seem to glitter and gleam In rainbows of at beauty e uty V where tre GO Gods God's s 's hand Is seen Oh I know a place where the solitude brings To my h heart and my soul the great vas vastness ness of things Grand canyon at sunset cloth clothed d In sapphire and rose As th the golden sun un leaves my dear world to repose Not a sound breaks the stillness tho the silence of or night Save Sa the nightingales nightingale's toned silver song song- of ot delight deUg While the noon moon through the clouds with th the bright stars b between tween Slime Shine on marvelous elous grandeur where Gods God's hand Is seen een How Ilow t I love Jove the great mountains where the the snow rowers flowers grow Hare flare bright scarlet buds buds' peeping up through the snow show The There o I list to the music musk S played In the tho trees trees' AS t their rustling branches are swayed d by the breeze I Then Thea at twilight my cabin th the on one I love lov best Secluded secure from the world I 1 would rest And there ther by m my firelight would quietly dream droom ur Of the the me fAce fAco of my dear one where Gods God's h hind hand nd is Iota