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Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Dec 7, 1882

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 8, No. 46.

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SOME OTHER DAY.

By Anna F. Burnham

COME, follow me! I know thy voice is calling, But oh, so fair appears my childish way! I hear thy accents low, Thy love divine I know, And sometime, ere the evening dews are falling, I'll leave the lilies fair, And offerings most rare And precious shall thy patient love repay Some day—some other day.
Wilt follow me? O patient voice and pleading! The lilies now have lost their power to stay; But I have seen afar The glimmer of a star, That seems to tempt me with its coy receding; And is its fair renown The jewel in my crown Yet to be won? Ah, then I will obey— Some day—some other day.
Come unto me, all ye so heavy laden! O heart of mine! and canst thou yet delay? But cares press thick and fast; Oh for my careless past, For my lost youth and childhood's vanished Aidenn! Not 'mid this ceaseless fret; I'll come—but, oh, not yet! There comes a quiet hour at close of life, they say. Some day—some other day.
Come unto me! Alas! too late I linger, And solemn ghosts of vanished yesterdays Throng from their graves, tear-wet With passionate regret, And point at last a sad, accusing finger. God's love still lingering? Alas! how can I bring From all my prayerless years, this one for praise? This day—of all my days!
—Anna F. Burnham, in Christian Union.