Our Weaving by MRS. MARY H. WILLIAMS

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 26, 1913

Our Weaving

By MRS. MARY H. WILLIAMS

MRS. MARY H. WILLIAMS

Ho! toiler at the loom of life, What hast thou woven today— Woof of gladness, or gloom and sadness In threads of somber gray?

The warp’s bright sheen, like the tender green Of promise, is fair to see, As in the loom hope’s radiant bloom Is woven eternally; And each loving thought with grace is wrought, Like beautiful tapestry.

Of purple there’s wealth, and the glow of health Where the flying shuttle sped; There’s a line of blue where the life was true, And black where the heart has bled; But through and through runs the gleaming hue Of faith’s bright golden thread.

What colors art thou weaving? As the shuttle runs to and fro Canst see in the length’ning fabric No beauteous pattern grow? Indulge not idle grieving, Toil on, for even so, When finished at last each weaver’s task, The Master’s design will show.

To him alone is the pattern known Who each shade and blending can see; Wise is the plan that hides it from man In the mists of futurity.

Charles City, Iowa.