Crowned of Life by Arthur W. Spaulding

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 9, 1916

Crowned of Life

By Arthur W. Spaulding

ARTHUR W. SPAULDING

Not multiplying fruits of wrath, Nor bastard seed of strife, The everlasting victor hath That shall be crowned of Life.

Not gain of war, from carnage sprung, A Moloch-gift, he brings, Nor incense in his censer swung The pomp beloved of kings.

Lo, such shall come with coward fear Where heaven’s court shall sit, When Time’s short laurels wither sere, And God’s fair lamps are lit; For as the arrow cleaves the air, Forgot when it is past, So he hath graved no record where The lots of life are cast.

But he the hero crowned shall be That bore both toil and scorn, The seed of immortality Of love and patience born. His is the name o’er every name, A son of God indeed, Who held his soul above earth’s fame, But stooped it ’neath earth’s need.

Virtue shall give her sure reward When Might hath had his day; Her offspring in eternal guard She well shall keep for aye. Triumphant hero, Virtue’s child, Victorious in the strife, With prizes that are undefiled He shall be crowned of Life.