THE WATCHER

As the wave to the shore, as the dew to the leaf,

As the breeze to the flower,

As the scent of a rose to the heart of a child,

As the rain to the dusty land —

My heart goeth out unto Thee — unto Thee!

The night is far spent and the day is at hand.

As the song of a bird to the call of a star,

As the sun to the eye,

As the anvil of man to the hammers of God,

As the snow to the earth —

Is my word unto Thy word — to Thy word!

The night is far spent and the day is at hand