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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 17, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 30.

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All in All

By Caroline M. Butterfield

As slips the stream into the parent sea And finds repose upon that billowy breast, So sinks my seaward hastening soul in Thee, And findeth rest.
As wee birds nestle ’neath the mother’s wing, And fearless, find there shelter, love, and care, I rest me in the covert of thy wing, Protected there.
Earth follows daily on its winding path, E’er curving inward to the kindly sun; So in the course thy gracious wisdom hath My days are run.
As moves the shackled winter to the spring With fettered arms, her gentle hands laid bare, To thee my soul her clanking chains would bring And leave them there.
As song birds greet the May and flowers unfold, And perfumed blossoms scent the balmy air, For thee my flowers of life their hearts of gold With others share.
As waning night drops off its cloak of gloom, And radiant morn advances to the day, From doubt and sorrow unto thee, my home, My soul’s away.
Grain-laden fields, and youth, and happy love, And promised comfort after days of pain, Are ripples on the deep sea of thy love, Saviour of men.
— Caroline M. Butterfield.