THOUGHTS ON THE PAST by Allie Santee

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 27, 1869

THOUGHTS ON THE PAST.

By Allie Santee

Oh! how the rough waves of time wash away Memories sweet of our childhood; Dimly we think of that bright, golden day, As an echo sent back from the wildwood.

Graver and sadder our voices have grown, Careworn the lines on our faces, Even our laugh has a sorrowful tone; Time all our gladness erases.

Many and dear were the friends that have gone, Low 'neath earth's bosom they're lying, Here they have left us bereft and alone, As the last leaf in autumn winds dying.

But when the loud trumpet shall ring through the air, All the dear, sleeping saints arising, Then we, too, immortal, their glory shall share, Jesus, the lifegiver, praising.

ALLIE SANTEE.