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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 20, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 12.

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L. D. SANTEE

By L. D. Santee

Chastening

L. D. SANTEE

INTO all lives some rain must fall, Into all hearts the gloom of sadness; Shade and sunshine exist for all, And none may enjoy unsullied gladness; Into all minds will doubtings come, All heads have sometimes thorny pillows, All feet in paths of darkness roam, All souls be tossed on stormy billows.
'Tis not in the glare and the light of day That our eyes to the golden stars are lifted, But the sharpest sorrows are not in vain, Where tread the feet of the tried and gifted; And souls by sorrow made pure and wise By the chastening that God has given. Look with desire to the far-off skies, And long for the shadowless calm of heaven.
And often the crucible of pain Is the Master's way of the gold refining, But the sharpest sorrows are not in vain, And the darkest cloud has a silver lining; Unto all servants are talents lent, Unto all hands are duties given, And the sharpest trial that God has sent Is but an angel to lead to heaven.
Faint not under the heavy cross, Murmur not 'neath your burden bending. Counting the gains of life but loss, Your toil will soon have a glorious ending; For the joy and peace of the farther shore Shall be yours through years that last forever; You will rest with the ransomed evermore, Where the woes of time shall afflict you never.
Moline, Ill.