Hannah was, like most of those who came from the Scandinavian Countries, a great lover of nature. She took much pride in beautifying her home surroundings. She was a great reader, studied the Church books and magazines, and kept up with the daily newspapers.
Being a natural poet, she composed a number of wonderful poems and was able to call them to mind at any time. This gift was one of her greatest blessings. Many have enjoyed listening to her recite the poetry she had written.
Four of Hannah’s Poems:
ON THE MOUNTAIN
I was gazing on the mountain high
And saw it’s beauty and wondered why
And then I thought, how small am I
Just like a worm that’s crawling by
And as I thought, a whisper came
In heaven once there was your home
Your older brother, the son of God
Has bought this world with his blood
And so I know my Father lives
Who sent his Son, me to save
If I keep well His command
I on this world with Christ will stand
TO A MISSIONARY
I am awful slow in speech
To read and write and to preach
Although I always pray for you
I’ll send a rhyme of a line or two
I pray God make you well and strong
So you can carry the truth along
Bring to your mind bright and plain
The scriptures you must explain
How happy then you must be
To bring to the world the gospel free
If just one soul you bring into the fold
Your happiness can not be told
Though obstacles on your way you meet
And for the wicked your heart will bleed
It strenghtens well your faith in God
So hold to the Iron Rod
FAST DAY
Here we are a few assembled
On this Sabbath fasting day;
But where two or three are members
God, He in our midst will stay
I can testify his power
For I know this far is true
God is near in trying hours
Hears the prayer of me and you
MY GARDEN
In my garden some gold I found;
For I planted some silver plants in the ground.
Some of my silver plants lay dead,
For close to the root was a cutworm’s bed.
With my hoe and shovel I worked ’till I sweat,
But I did not get discouraged a bit.
For I know that I must work hard and long
To make my silver plants grow big and strong.
One day I passed a corner street,
There I saw some loafers set,
I heard them say, “There is no way,
For us poor fellows to get honest pay.”
So I thought, if they had a lot
And planted some silver plants in the spot,
And work and sweat, till their brow got wet
Then, they honest pay will get.