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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 9, 1867

LOOKING FORWARD.

By L. D. SANTEE

For the fashion of this world passeth away. 1 Cor. vii, 31.

I LOOK around me in this world of danger, Of sin and woe, And realize that here I'm but a stranger; I weep and long to go.

For here our friends, the loveliest and the fairest, Sleep in the grave; And chilled by cold winds which earth's bosom bareth, The loveliest flowerets fade.

Fair the green leaves from forest branches pending, That gently wave; But when the autumn blasts those trees are bending, They drop into their grave.

And the fair bloom that like a coronation, Crowns the young year, When wintry winds spread gloom and desolation, That crown is dead and sear.

Upon the earth is no abiding city, 'Tis filled with wrong, But looking up, I cry to God for pity, Then bear my cross along.

There's no allurement in this world of sorrow Can me beguile I'm looking forward to a glorious morrow, To meet my Father's smile.

What matter though my friends should hate and grieve 'Tis small at best; I have a Friend who'll ne'er forsake nor leave me, I'll seek his glorious rest.

And though at times a dreary weight of sadness, Upon me comes, My heart is filled to-day with joy and gladness; For I shall soon reach home.

L. D. SANTEE. Gridley, Ill.