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For the Day of Death

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 11, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 2.

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For the Day of Death

By A. W. SPAULDING

A. W. SPAULDING
LIETH a day all broken, broken, Stained with the blood of mangled hearts, Clasping a grief that can not be spoken, Deep where the fount of anguish starts, And the light of life departs.
Cometh a day all glory, glory, Fused with the light of the city of gold, Rounding the tale of an old, old story That can not for wonder be fully told, Though the books of God unfold.
Dawneth a day with rapture throbbing, Banishing thought of death’s alarms, When babes for the breasts of mothers sobbing (Last of the echoes of sorrow’s storms) Shall burden the angels’ arms.