Grand Haven Daily Tribune  December 12, 1901


Morning, Noon and Night.


When fair Aurora’s rosy arms

Are lifted in the eastern skies;

The morning comes with all its charms,

A grand and beautiful surprise!

Heaven's concave dome is then so fair,

Gleaming with such resplendent hue;

I often wish that I were there,

Walking along the trackless blue!


‘Tis then I listen with delight,

To all the melodies of song;

A thousand birds with plumage bright,

Wait their sweet minstrelsy along:

Great Phoebus climbs the misty skies,

To kiss the dewy meadows green;

And flowers of beauty dry their eyes,

To look on morning’s lovely scene.


Soon, o’er the earth the noontide creeps—

Small cloudlets sail athwart the sky;

The noisy crickets fall asleep

And idle winds move gently by:

Then falls the Sun’s hot blistering breath,

Down from the zenith of the skies;

And growing crops stand still as death,

‘Neath the fierce gaze of Phoebus’ eyes.


The flowers, in all their grand array,

Look up with starry eyes aglow;

And worship the great God of day,

For all his cordial smiles below:

The katy-dids and crickets come,

Singing their songs at day’s decline:

And ‘round the farmer’s rustic home

The midges dance and glow worms shine.


The roses fold their silken lips,

Fox gloves shut up their speckled bells;

The night-hawk through the twilight dips

With whirring sound into the dells:

Then comes the grateful evening breeze,

The lovely wanderer of the sea;

Kissing the flowers and forest trees,

And brings a cooling breath to me.


When shadows fall athwart the sky,

And crimson clouds pale in the west;

I love upon the hills to lie

Above the old lake’s burnished breast:

To hear the lapping waves refrain,

As they advance to kiss the shore;

See them recede, and come again,

And just as loving as before!


I love the star wrought dome of night,

And all the constellations there!

I love to watch their ceaseless light,

And hear their seeming voice of prayer:

I am in love with all around,

And charmed with this resplendent sight;

I linger here in thought profound,

Enraptured with this jeweled night.


Grand Haven, Mich., August 16th, 1901.



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