Louisburg Echoes.
Vol. II. OCTOBER, 1909. No. 2.
S' TILL, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight.
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with thee.
When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber.
Its closing eyes look up to thee in prayer;
Sweet the repose beneath thy wings o’ershading.
But sweeter still, to wak?; and find Thee there.
So shall it be at last, in that bright morning.
When the soul waketh, and life’s shadows flee;
O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought-I am with thee.
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF LOUISBURG COLLEGE
LOUISBURG, NORTH CAROLINA