Soon by Prophetic Times

California Conference of Seventh-day Adventists · Oakland, Cal. · Mar 25, 1875

Soon.

By Prophetic Times

I KNOW not if He come at eve, Or night, or morn, or noon; I know the breeze of twilight grey, That fans the cheek of dying day, Doth ever whisper—soon! I know not why our souls should doubt His promise to appear, When every flower's opening eye Looks up into the changing sky, And seems to murmur—near! I know not round his blessed feet What peerless glories throng; I only know from rending tomb The good shall burst in beauty's bloom; And faith assures—not long! I know not if his chariot wheels Yet near or distant are; I only know each thunder-roll, Doth wake an echo in my soul, That saith—not very far! I know not if we long must wait The summer of his smile; I only know that hope doth sweep With thrilling touch my heart-strings deep And sings—a little while! I know not on this glorious theme Why lips so oft are dumb; I only know the saddened earth Will flush with beauty and with mirth At sound of "Lo, I come!"

—Prophetic Times.