Courage

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 19, 1907

Because I hold it sinful to despond, And will not let the bitterness of life Blind me with burning tears, but look beyond Its tumult and its strife;

Because I lift my head above the mist, Where the sun shines, and the broad breezes blow, By every ray and every rain-drop kissed That God's love doth bestow —

Think you I find no bitterness at all, No burden to be borne, like Christian's pack? Think you there are no ready tears to fall Because I keep them back?

Why should I hug life's ill with cold reserve To curse myself and all who love me? Nay! A thousand times more good than I deserve God gives me every day.

And in each one of these rebellious tears, Kept bravely back, he makes a rainbow shine. Grateful, I take his slightest gift. No fears Nor any doubts are mine.

Dark clouds must clear, and when the clouds are past, One golden day redeems a weary year. Patient I listen, sure that sweet at last Will sound his voice of cheer.

— Selected.