THE COMING OF THE ANGEL.

White Ribbon, Volume 22, Issue 256, 18 October 1916, Page 10

THE COMING OF THE ANGEL.

We cannot hear her footsteps for the* booming of the* c annon ; We cannot see her beautv for the smoke that fills the air; Yet I know that she is coming, for I fee! h<*r spirit’s presence, All its mystic inner radiance —tender, sac red as a prayer. Very softly she is coming, for her feet are torn and bleeding, For she treads the* blood-stained paths where our noble ones have died ; But her face is sweet and holy, and her eyes are full of pleading, And her robes arc* white and snowy, like the garments of a bride. We cannot Hear her message to the wounded and the weeping ; We cannot tell the gladness that her coming will inspire; She will light the* lamps all darkened by the* mocking clouds of battle, She* will lead to God in Heaven through the horror and the fire. And her heart will break with sorrow as she brings us joy and gladness. For God’s angels ever suffer in the suffering of His own; But her torch anew enkindled where forever love is pregnant, Will be lighting grief-crushed mortals to that Love’s eternal Throne. We cannot see her coming, and we cannot hear her message! G it faith that leads us upward to the land where angels dwell? Oh. our hearts are verv thankful for the wonderful uplifting, That is blessing, helping, healing, though we hear the solemn knell. \ Oh, how tenderly and sweetly she will speak above the tempests, And how hearts will thrill to hear her when the darkness fiees away; Oh, how souls will thrill, responsive, to the wonder of her singing Whe n the song of God’s own Heaven echoes through earth’s brighter dav. it* - We cannot hear her footsteps, for our ears are full of battle; We cannot see her glory for the smoke and stains of war; Blit I know that she is coming, I can see her in the* distance— Glorious Peace, the* Holy Angel, and her crown is like a star !