Communion

Communion

Serene, o'er the crest of the mountain, Sank the sun in the depths of blue ;

Full of hope, by a splashing fountain, Beat a heart that was light and true,

A heart full of hope and of gladness, With a nature as free from sin,

And a breast that had banished sadness, Through the strength of the soul within.

The youth, in his love of the grandeur, Drank deep of the nectar so wild,

He believed in the voice of nature With the faith of a little child.

O'er him dashed the spray of the fountain, Overhead was the soft blue sky ;

The sun, toward the crest of the mountain, In its glory, was drawing nigh.

From beauty of leaf and of flower,

From the strength of the rock and sod,

From the clear, soothing fountain's shower, Came the wonderful voice of God,

And He said, "There is rest from sorrow, Ev'ry doubt and each care will flee;

There is ever a bright tomorrow, For the soul that has faith in Me."

Then the youth cried in joy supernal, For he seemed at his Father's door :

"Thou hast given me life eternal, Oh, my God ! I can ask no more."

And he said, "Let me enter heaven, As calm, as serene, and as blest.

As the sun has set o'er the mountain, To its day in the distant West."

WlLMER BrONSON. MONTICELLO, UTAH