BEAUTIFUL INCIDENT.
The rosy light of a summer eve,
O'er hill and valley lay,
And lingered long, as if to leave
A blessing on the day.
O'er hill and valley lay,
And lingered long, as if to leave
A blessing on the day.
The village bell had sweetly tolled
Its chime upon the air;
To summon to their hallowed fold,
The worshippers for prayer.
Its chime upon the air;
To summon to their hallowed fold,
The worshippers for prayer.
The organ's deep and solemn peals
Fell on the listening ear;
As o'er the senses gently steals
The feeling—God is near!
Fell on the listening ear;
As o'er the senses gently steals
The feeling—God is near!
A youthful preacher rose, and took
His theme—'twas Jesus' love;
When lo! beside the sacred Book,
There stood a snow-white dove.
His theme—'twas Jesus' love;
When lo! beside the sacred Book,
There stood a snow-white dove.
