Bingham Bulletin | 1920-12-03 | Page 5 | A Poem

A POEM. (By Alta Miller.) The moon was shining in splendor along the brow or the hill, The universe spoke in whispers, and the voices of night were still. The background of starry glories foretold fore-told of God's works anew. While the warm night's balmy breezes moved the clouds about as they blew. Little patches of black in the distance, hid the stars, m times, from our sight, ' -And we realize that" these drifting shadows are clouds transfigured colleges and endowed secondly, by night. The mysteries of Jife are unmeasured, unmeas-ured, the deeds of darkness un- told. And the eyes of night look unceasing for places of light to enfold. Far below in the darkening shadows 9' herd of cattle are seen Lying around In clusters, In shadows, in gulchs and in ravines. How silent they are in their slumber, how dead and still they seem, As they sleep secure m the shadows and the surrender the hours to I dream. I The moon Is now fading in paleness, I over a world that still sleeps, j The dawn of day is breaking, and the world Into brightness leaps. J The sun's cheering rays of gold tell ! of God's wonders once more, The t olses of day Hp In working, and the eagles In splendor soar. The little patches of darkness have changed to objects of growth, And "day" has full power of the universe. uni-verse. Thus Nature Is fair to them both. ( ,