LOVE by Vesta N. Cudworth

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 10, 1868

LOVE.

By Vesta N. Cudworth

AIR.—“Bell Brandon.”

Let it rest by silver waters, Where frail vessels rock on the wave: Where bleeding feet press o’er the brambles, Or pass to the cold, cheerless grave, And nestle with friends by the fireside, Its sweetest songs sing ever there, Let home be its symbol forever, Though checkered with suffering and care; Oh! hoard up the best and the brightest, And make it a holy spot there.

Aye, scatter it warm in the sunshine, Where little feet patter along; Its dews o’er the vile and repenting, ’Mid poverty, wretchedness, wrong. Its golden threads ever be weaving, Through tears, and devotion, and song. ’Let earnest hearts plant its bright banner, Wherever the dark curse is found, Oh! scatter its pearls free as summer Has scattered its blessings around.

VESTA N. CUDWORTH.