THE SUNBEAM by Vesta N. Cudworth

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 14, 1868

THE SUNBEAM.

By Vesta N. Cudworth

Air.—“Enoch Arden.”

A SUNBEAM drop'd down from the pearl gates of Heaven, In a cold, thankless bosom, one day; The frosts of inertia, and chilling moulds o'ercreeping, It brushed in its pity away.

Its gates had been barred to each heart-cheering promise, Securing distrust and despair; But a chink was forgotten, the sunbeam crept through it, The beautiful sunbeam so fair.

Sad hearts growing grey in the bondage of sorrow, Are still sinking down ’neath life's pain; And vainly hope on, for a brighter to-morrow, To break the strong links of their chain; Go tell them the King in his glory is coming! There's rest in the beautiful goal! Then sunbeams from Heaven will light up thy darkness, And gem the rough waves of thy soul.

Up! linger no longer to grieve o'er thy treasures! Break, now, from earth's witching embrace! Bless the hand that would wrench off these earth-clogging fetters, That light feet may spring for the race. Up to-day! be in earnest! go work for thy neighbor! Enfranchise each blood-boughten power! Go! tell them that Heaven is full of sweet sunshine! And life, the reward of an hour!

VESTA N. CUDWORTH.