FAR, FAR AWAY LIKE BELLS AT EVENING PEALINGBY MALCOLM JAMES McLEOD
"I call to remembrance my song in the night," Psalm 77 : 6.AND it certainly has been nightduring the past four years,black night, midnight, not astar in the sky, not a light onthe waves, not a rent in thegloom. Never such a night of woe and frightfulness in the world since time be-gan ; everything pitch dark, ebon blackness. Wewere all becoming very depressed. But at longlast the dawn is approaching. The storm isabout over. The clouds are rolling away. Thereis a promising flush in the East. The morninglight is breaking. A chorus of bird-voices isstirring the air. And there is a note of thank-fulness and relief on every tongue. "Weepingmay endure for a night but joy cometh in themorning. ' '" Say not that darkness is the doom of light.That every sun must sink in night's abyss,While every golden day declines to this,To die and pass at evening out of sight.Say rather that the morning ends the night,176''Bells at Bvening pealing" t77That death must die beneath the dayspring's
kissWhilst dawn the powers of darkness shalldismiss.And put their dusky armaments to flight.Man measures life in this wise; first the mom.And secondly the noontide's perfect prime.And lastly night, when all things fade away:But God, ere yet the sons of men were born.
Showed forth a better way of marking time" The evening and the morning were the day."But the Psalmist did not have to wait till themorning for his song. * * I call to remembrance, * 'he says, "my song in the night." It was not