Out of Date by E. C. Silsbee

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 14, 1913

Out of Date

By E. C. Silsbee

E. C. SILSBEE

You may think it rather strange, sir, That we love each other so, That for this we both arrange, sir, As we hurry to and fro; But it’s so.

E’en the little loving word, sir, And the moment’s fond embrace— How can we the time afford, sir, Do you say, in life’s mad race? By his grace.

Do you leave such for the youth, sir, Say—our married years are long— That we’re old, too wise, in truth, sir, And for us is not love’s song? O, the wrong!

See that darling baby boy, sir, Whom his mother loves so dear! Such, the master artist’s joy, sir; Such the angels which are near Would revere.

Only husband, stern and wise (?), sir, Guarding self so carefully, Scarce would greet those loving eyes, sir, Lest he lose his dignity. Can it be?

Yes, ’tis strange, but very true, sir, Love excels the best of wine; And we oft would it renew, sir; It is heaven’s great ensign, And divine.

Kolo Mission, Basutoland, South Africa.