FORESHADOWINGS.
Wo may not look across the misty tide, Or hear or feel tho breath of passing wings: Yet, seen and unseen weave their fringes wide, And Nature teems with clear foreshadowing!;. Not in wild storms of crashing thunder rung, But in deep silences that brood about, Without a word from lisping lip or tongue, She cheers tho faith that wrestles with a doubt. From brown cocoons the winds have tossed and whirled, Broad yings of gold beat up the viewless air; And dry-seed germs that wander round tho world Are quick with strange unfoldiugs rich and rare. The sbarded beetle bred in marshy fen Transfigured soars above Ids riven shell On flashing wings before the gaze of men, A royal birth—a living truth as well. And still, sweet voices speak the ages through— No germ is lost, but lives for evermore; The seed unfolds to fairer life anew, And from the dust strong pinions mount and soar. B. F. LEGGETT (‘Zion Herald ’).
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Evening Star, Issue 11168, 17 February 1900, Page 7
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163FORESHAD0WINGS. Evening Star, Issue 11168, 17 February 1900, Page 7
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