SUNRISE OVER THE CITY.

With restless searching are the nightwinds spent, A solitary bird pipes lovenotes lorn, Portent of life new wakening with the morn; Long lines of flaring lamps still burn their stent, With gloom upon the city’s bosom blent; But ’bove the dark threat of a cloud low drawn, White as a wraith, pale glows God’s holy dawn, The morning star her brightest ornament. As gathering splendor floods the world with light, The whilom watcher sleeps, forgetting grief; And though ’neath fuming smoke, ’mid roll of wheels, The sordid city wakes her giant might Lustful of gain, her deepest heart yet feels The benediction of that vision brief. William James Baker.