The Way of Life by Gertrude Rogers

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 18, 1910

The Way of Life

By Gertrude Rogers

WHEN on the early morning path The glowing sun is warm, When blossoms in their beauty rare Surround us with soft charm, The swelling music of the birds Fills us with ecstasy; Long is the trail of life before, Rich in joy’s panoply.

But when beneath noon’s ardent heat The fading flowers die, Hushed is the chorus of delight, To but a moaning cry; Gone are the morning’s rosy hopes, The rapture they bestow; Slowly upon the midday trail Our wandering footsteps go.

Father, when on the sunset way, Shadows are long and cold, And gathering twilight holds a threat That darkness will enfold; When chill upon our tired souls The murmuring night winds sigh— Keep us upon the homeward trail, That safely leads on high.

— Gertrude Rogers, in Northwestern Christian Advocate.