p. 1 | LIFE'S QUESTIONS by S. Isadore Miner

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · March 3, 1885

FromAdvent Review and Sabbath Herald, Vol. 62, No. 9

LIFE'S QUESTIONS.

By S. Isadore Miner

BY S. ISADORE MINER.

THE paths of life look golden Through the mystic glass of time; Its sands seem smoothly flowing, Like a soft, melodious rhyme. The hand of Fame outstretches A laurel wreath and flowers; We gaze with eager, longing eyes, In hopes they may be ours.

But will the way be rough and wild, And strewn with many a thorn? And will the sands, like hugest rocks, Crush hopes so sweetly born? And is the wreath a phantom Which only mocks the eye? And will the flowers be faded, When we reach them, by and by?

We cannot tell. The brightest star Framed in the hopes of years May set at night, and leave no ray To guide us through our fears We cannot tell. Earth's wealth and fame Are like the summer flowers; They dazzle till we pluck them, Then fade in a few short hours.

But we may know that heaven is true, Though earth may fickle be; Unfadingly its flowers will bloom Through blest eternity. Its wealth will ne'er prove transient, Glories will fill the sky; And God's own hand will crown us, When we reach it, by and by.