Sing by Mrs. I. H. E.

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 7, 1916

Sing

By Mrs. I. H. E.

THERE are cares and woes a plenty In all lands beneath the sun, Trials to bear and loads to carry, Ere the victor’s crown is won; But the day is always brighter, And the clouds are lined with gold, When there’s music round the fireside, Songs of cheer from young and old.

Much— ah, much!— will be forgotten, Toll to the consuming years, Admonition and instruction, Disappointment, bitter tears; But the songs you sing at nightfall, With the children gathered near, To life’s end will be remembered By the ones you hold so dear.

Silence is the law for prisons And the dark and dismal tomb, Not for souls who know the sunlight, All earth’s fragrance and its bloom. Sing! for you should go rejoicing Through the swiftly passing day; Sing! and others, hearing, heeding, Will be cheered along the way.

MRS. I. H. E.