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Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume LXIII, Issue 6497, 6 January 1939, Page 3

THE SILENT PLACES He that the great, good things would know Must to the Silent Places go. Leaving wealth and state behind Who the great good thing would find. Glories, honours, these will fade, Life itself's a phantom shade; But the soul of man—who knoweth Whence it came and where it goeth? So, God of life, I pray of Thee, Ears to hear and eyes to see. In babbling brook, in whispering wind, He who hath ears shall voices find, Telling the wonder of the earth; The awful miracle of birth; Of love and joy, of Life and Death, Of things that were ere we had breath; Of man's soul through the ages growing; Whence it comes or whither going; That soul of God, a deathless spark Unquenched through ages wild and dark, Up-struggling through the age-long night Through glooms and sorrows to the light. The soul that marches, age to age, On slow and painful pilgrimage Till man through tears and strife and pain. Shall thus his Godheah find again. Of such, the wind in lonely tree The murmurous brook, both tell to me. These are the wonders ye may know Who to the Silent Places go; Who these with reverent foot hath trod May meet his soul and walk with God. —Anon, "Victorian Craftsman."