“Wireless”: A Poem

OUR GOOD ANGEL 813 unnoticed and unpraised, but I dare say future history will know and honor them, as The "Mormon" Pioneers, who reclaimed the Great American Desert. PROVO, UTAH. "Wireless' We list the pealing sounds that roll where vivid lightnings start; Or note the smothered rumbling groans of crater's troubled heart; With sacred awe we search the cause of voices thundered there, Tis then, through nature, God does speak by wireless in the air. The waves that roll upon the deep, and clash and foam and roar; The rolling tempests there that sweep the sea from shore to shore, Have voiced a language — deep, sublime, aloof from minds of men, Yet, carried far on wireless wings, 'tis but God's voice again. The sun, which lights the many worlds, knows all their lands and seas, And fills their clouds from ocean beds to waft them o'er their leas, — Has learned the language of a smile and answers with a ray; While God is speaking all the while, e'en suns list to obey. There is a voice in every ray that plows the blue afar; There is a voice in every orb, and every falling star; Then why not man define the tongue, or read the writing there, Of every tone and sound sublime which God sends through the air? The starry worlds, which travel on through endless realms of space, In order move, and never clash, or loose their lightning pace, But know the language of the deep, of way-marks stamped with light; And God's own voice, though often still, they've learned its power and might. Then, man, be wise, God speaks through thee, his station is thy soul; Arise, record the voice that speaks, and make thy heart its goal. Leave not the rocks and suns and seas his record all to bear, But place thine heart where it shall catch his message through the air. S. T. Brimhall-Foley.