p. 86 | THOUGHTS OF HOME by E. H. Morton

Seventh-Day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Thursday, February 5, 1880

FromAdvent Review and Sabbath Herald, Vol. 55, No. 6

THOUGHTS OF HOME.

By E. H. Morton

BY E. H. MORTON.

I've known a land all fair and bright, I've loved its verdant hills; And I can ne'er forget its vales, Its thousand sparkling rills. I've known the joys of "home, sweet home;" I've felt the soft caress Of mother's hand upon my brow, With gentle tenderness.

The joyous dream is past and gone, Strange faces meet my eye, And lo! within a stranger land Strange forms go flitting by. The aching void within my heart, The longings wild, the pain, The great cold world can never know; To ask it is in vain.

Perchance the friends far, far away I ne'er again shall see; Familiar tones of filial love May never comfort me. And thus I sit and sadly muse, And ponder o'er the past, When every hour was rich with love, Too sweet, by far, to last.

And to my troubled, weary soul There comes a whisper low, "Like beaten gold" thy faith is tried; Look up and this thing know,— If faithful, gentle, loving, true, Thy words, thy acts, will be Sweet blossoms out of which will grow A long eternity.

The never-setting Sun will rise, And endless beauty shed O'er all the earth, a radiance soft From Christ, the fountain-head; The fellowship of perfect love, The gladness and the song, The "hills of home," the morning light, Will be for thee ere long.

Battle Creek, Mich.