Sometimes . . . when I walk alone at night
under the trees . . .
with the sky, star-sprinkled above me
I feel as tho' God were walking by my side . . .
I can hear His breath in the rustling leaves
His voice in the soft note of a sleepy bird . . .
and my heart within me throbs with joy
"Oh God," I whisper
"I thank Thee that I live!"