Battle Creek, Mich by Eliza H. Morton

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · April 22, 1880

FromThe Advent Review and Sabbath Herald, Vol. 55, No. 17

Battle Creek, Mich

By Eliza H. Morton

Pictures.

BY ELIZA H. MORTON.

A tiny babe in mother's arms, A fairy, dimpled form, A helpless infant, sweet and pure, A heart all loving, warm; A little child, with sunny hair And laughing eyes of blue, With sprightly step and happy song And cheeks of rosy hue.

The picture changes—oh, how sad! A darkened room, behold! A little casket silvered o'er, An inmate white and cold; The laughing eyes have lost their light, The little feet are still, The tiny hands are folded now, O God, is this thy will?

The silence of the lonely night, The agony, the tears, The bleeding heart, the wounded life, The gloomy doubts and fears; The May-day song is mournful, low, The life-long chime of love Has broken chords, and rising clouds Obscure the light above.

Another change—and oh, how sweet! All weeping now is o'er; The morn of joy, the “sweet, long calm,” Bright glory evermore. A glad reunion in a land Where love is love for aye, And clouds of sorrow never mar The light of perfect day.