Sometimes by H. I. Morse-Farnum

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Jun 30, 1904

Sometimes

By H. I. Morse-Farnum

H. I. MORSE-FARNUM

SOMETIMES the sun shines faintly Through mist and haze; Sometimes his light is shaded For days and days.

Sometimes the rain-drops gather— The leaves are still; But rain and shine together Perform his will.

Sometimes the tempest lowers— The storm king raves; My quaintly molded flowers Fall to their graves.

Sometimes the stars are hidden By leaden skies That folding round, unbidden, Bring tearful eyes.

Sometimes the chill wind blowing, Creeps to the heart; And all the sleet and snowing Know well their part.

Far worse when faith is shaken In fellow men; When for the good partaken There comes again

Base envy’s arrant arrow (The coward’s dart), Used only by the narrow, Weak, shriveled heart.

And so the recreant water Where bread was thrown, Dashing in heartless clatter, Returns alone!

Through storm and shadow singing, And trusting still; With heart and hand still clinging To principle,

Brave, lofty, eagle spirits Can toil and wait, Pressing God-given merits To heaven’s gate;

Each duty well performing, As seeing him Invisible, who, yearning Through ages dim,

For faith and love that look above The gloom of night, For motives pure that can endure Till dawns the light— Till comes the right!