QUEST
(First Prize Poem “God is in the old Grey Church," they said. “And all the glory that the heart lias known, Angels are there, and all the Radiant Dead, Singing and praising at His Great "White Throne. . . I did not find Him in the dimness there. As I crept in with gentle tread and slow . . . Only the incense drifting through the air. Only the candles burning white and low . . .
But just without, the sun shone through the rain, A bird’s voice sang an Anthem to the sky, Sudden, my heart began to beat again Waiting for the last throbbing note to die.
And all the clouds in brave Processional Glowed with a radiance that rainbows made: Down through the great Cathedral of the trees, All reverent and slow, a whisper strayed . . . And there against the rainwashed vivid green. A blaze of golden gorse was everywhere Paving the path to I-leaven . . with trees between Singing their hymn . . . And so I found God there.
—Harvest Moon (Alma Chamber lain).
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 854, 24 December 1929, Page 5
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168QUEST Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 854, 24 December 1929, Page 5
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