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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 27, 1908

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 85, No. 35.

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By Anna M. King

“The ships were broken, that they were not able to go to Tarshish.” 2 Chron. 20: 37.
Not sail to Tarshish? What is this you say? My plans are laid, and I must sail to-day. Great wealth is waiting me across the sea That shall enrich mankind, and I shall be God’s almoner of wealth he holds in store, Until my ship has reached the farther shore. This message—it must be some idle tale. The ship a wreck, and broken by the gale? No gale could wreck a ship so staunch and strong; Storm-tossed it may be, but ’twill not be long; The storm will pass, the wind will die away, To Tarshish I must go, must sail to-day.
To-day, I said; there came another day. Upon the shore I stood, and, far away, Saw other ships ride proudly out to sea; But driftwood only floated in to me. Along the shore, when shadows fall, I light My driftwood fire, and keep it burning bright. If, some day, I should know its little light Had saved some ship from foundering in the night, I shall be glad I did not sail away To Tarshish, as I planned, that other day.
—Anna M. King, in the Sunday School Times.