p. 413 | ONE DAY MORE by Vesta N. Cudworth

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 10, 1867

ONE DAY MORE.

By Vesta N. Cudworth

One more day has fled forever, Bearing on its silken wings, Yearnings of the heart, which never To the aching bosom brings, Hungry though it be and thirsting, Back its joys; yet faith will wait, Though the heart is crush'd and bursting, At hope's silver anchor'd gate.

One more day of fruitful actions, Words and thoughts, oh! moments rare; Lightest purposes unspoken, Angels treasured up with care; Even latent thoughts of mercy, Which uncalled, were never born; Written out in sunny measures, Woven into angel song.

Up within the heavenly archives, Faithful records of the past— May be wrongs, o'er which the heart grieves, And would fain wipe out at last; All are stored; and angels grieving, Bend to read the tear-dimmed page; Nor can time those dark stains whiten, Sins will ne'er grow dim with age.

One day more! the thought how blessed! If I own a title fair, To the mansions of the saved, I am one day nearer there; Nearer to those mansions holy, Rich, imperishable, good, Where the meek of earth, the lowly, All are gathered home with God.

But with awe I'm now advancing Through the dimly lighted gate; Yea, within the portal standing, Of another unborn date, Made of precious hours and minutes, Messengers of good or ill; Bearing on their stainless bosoms, Blanks, each day for us to fill.

VESTA N. CUDWORTH.

Springfield, Mass.