Saturday Poetry Corner: All Beautiful The March Of Days

"He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes."
(Psalm 147:16 )

Lenten Roses In The Snow

(Helleborus)

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All beautiful the march of days

All seasons come and go;

The Hand that shaped the rose hath wrought

The crystal of the snow;

Hath sent the hoary frost of Heav'n,

The flowing waters sealed,

And laid a silent loveliness

On hill and wood and field.

O'er white expanses sparkling pure

The radiant morns unfold;

The solemn splendors of the night

Burn brighter than the cold;

Life mounts in every throbbing vein,

Love deepens round the hearth,

And clearer sounds the angel hymn,

"Good will to men on earth."

O Thou from whose unfathomed law

The year in beauty flows,

Thyself the vision passing by

In crystal and in rose,

Day unto day doth utter speech,

And night to night proclaim,

In ever changing words of light,

The wonder of Thy name.

"All Beautiful The March Of Days"
(1907)
Frances Whitmarsh Wile
(1878-1939)
American hymn writer