EVA M. DAVIS by Eva M. Davis

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 27, 1913

EVA M. DAVIS

By Eva M. Davis

The year is crowned with blessings rare; Its fruit and grains in beauty fair Attest Jehovah’s love and care.

Like leaves of autumn, brown and sere, It stands without regret or fear, The dear, old, fading, dying year.

Beside our path it laid a gem Of friendship true, a diadem Like that which shone o’er Bethlehem.

It scattered flowers of peace and trust, Whose fragrance rising from the dust Led us to him whose ways are just.

It gave a grace to Sorrow’s form, It comfort spoke to hearts forlorn, It bade us wait the coming morn.

And when we walked o’er rugged ways With fainting steps, beneath the rays Of blazing sun, the weary days

Were filled with quietness and peace. To many souls it spoke release; To some it gave a rich increase

Of joy and boundless happiness; It taught the way to cheer and bless. In mem’ry of its faithfulness

Our hearts take up the joyous song Of praise from many a raptured throng Who still the sound of praise prolong.

For joy and sorrow, peace and pain, For toil and rest, for loss and gain, We humbly thank thee, Lord, again.

For all we from thy love receive We learn the better how to live. We pray thee teach us thanks to give.

Mount Vernon, Wash.