p. 149 | OVER AND OVER AGAIN

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 5, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 10.

OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Over and over again, No matter which way I turn, I always find in the Book of Life, Some lesson I have to learn. I must take my turn at the mill, I must grind out the golden grain, I must work at my task with a resolute will, Over and over again.

We cannot measure the need Of even the tiniest flower, Nor check the flow of the golden sand That runs through a single hour; But the morning dews must fall; The sun and summer rain Must do their part, and perform it all Over and over again.

Over and over again, The brook through the meadow flows, And over and over again, The ponderous mill-wheel goes. Once doing will not suffice, Though doing it be not in vain; And a blessing failing us once or twice, May come if we try again.

The path that has once been trod, Is never so rough to the feet; And the lesson we once have learned, Is never so hard to repeat. Though sorrowful tears may fall, And the heart to its depths be driven By the storm and tempest, we need them all, To render us meet for Heaven. —Sel.