Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, <br />Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, <br />Blows the wild wind, roaming rejoicingly <br />This wilderness of God; <br />And the tall firs that all day long have flung <br />Balsamic odors where the sunshine burned, <br />Chant to its harping primal epics learned <br />When this old world was young. <br /> <br />Beyond the lake, white, girdling peaks uplift <br />Untroubled brows to virgin skies afar, <br />And o'er the uncertain water glimmers drift <br />Of fitful cloud and star. <br />Sure never day such mystic beauty held <br />As sylvan midnight here in this surcease <br />Of toil, when the kind darkness gives us peace <br />Garnered from years of eld. <br /> <br />Lo! Hearken to the mountain waterfall <br />Laughing adown its pathway to the glen <br />And nearer, in the cedars, the low call <br />Of brook to brook again; <br />Voices that garish daytime may not know <br />Wander at will along the bosky steeps, <br />And silent, silver-footed moonlight creeps <br />Through the dim glades below. <br /> <br />Oh, it is well to waken with the woods <br />And feel, as those who wait with God alone, <br />The forest's heart in these rare solitudes <br />Beating against our own. <br />Close-shut behind us are the gates of care, <br />Divinity enfolds us, prone to bless, <br />And our souls kneel. Night in the wilderness <br />Is one great prayer.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-in-camp/
