You Never Told Me

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 14, 1867

You Never Told Me

“YOU NEVER TOLD ME.” Will you come with me and see poor Clara? Step softly, and with a solemn tread, for Death is here.

Hark! how she moans. See how wildly she throws her arms, and how bloodshot is that once beautiful black eye. Hear her shriek, “Father, mother, why didn’t you tell me? “Tell you what, daughter?” asked the agonized father.

“Tell me there was a hell!”

“There is none, Clara, none for you; God is merciful; there is no hell.”

“There is, there is; I feel it; I know it; my feet are stepping into it; I am lost, lost, and you never told me.”

So died a beautiful girl of eighteen summers, a child of irreligious parents, who had taught her all but the true wisdom; who blindly making her their idol, were left to hear her dying reproaches and anguished cries. Shall our children ever confront us with the cry, “You never told me?”