THE deep blue of the moonless sky,
Shadowed by night’s lone mystery.
Gray darkness all the valley fills,
And silence that the spirit thrills.
Before me rises, ghostly white,
The mighty Jungfrau’s towering height:
It dominates and awes the sense
With burden of Omnipotence.
Its shadow falls upon me now —
God’s crown upon its rugged brow.
I feel alone this solemn hour—
Alone before the awful power
Whose Spirit moved upon the earth
And gave this mighty mountain birth―
Alone beneath the eternal thrall,
Alone where God is all in all.
Then suddenly the heavens awoke—
A song of light the silence broke—
Upon the Jungfrau’s massive brow,
A planet flamed in glory now.
And as it climbed the heavenly road,
It seemed an Angel, sent from God
To herald, with his feet of light,
God’s presence on the paths of night.
God spoke in that majestic hour—
His presence glorified His power;
And, in the radiance of that star,
His Name shone o’er the heavens afar.
The solemn voices of the night,
From peak to peak, from height to height,
Were blent in one harmonious chord,
To hymn the praises of their Lord.
God of the everlasting hills!
Thy glory all their splendor fills.
I worship in this solemn hour—
My beating heart owns all Thy power.
My spirit moves amid the spheres,
And all their wondrous music hears—
Absorbed—entranced—’tis mine to prove,
Thy everlasting power is Love.
H. W.