Softly the mist falls, mild and sweet in spring;
the world is hushed in dusky pre-dawn hours.
Soft how the birds begin to stir and sing
and light comes forth to color all the flowers.
Creator, wise and wonderful, again
has made a virgin day, in Eden’s hues;
but this new day is holier far than when
the first was made, all dappled with pure dew.
Perfection was His gift to us, but then—
as if perfection somehow begged for more,
Our Savior came to earth, Himself a man,
to walk beside the Galilean shore.
All other wonders: sun and moon and star,
Our Christ’s redeeming love exceeds by far.