p. 13 | Soon the Dawn by WALTER J. PAULSON

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 27, 1913

Soon the Dawn

By WALTER J. PAULSON

WALTER J. PAULSON

ART thou troubled, brother, wearied? Art thou harassed by a dread Of the future? Art thou grieving, Grieving for a loved one dead? Doth thy burdens press thee downward, Doth afflictions crowd thee sore, And the storm seem unabating As it rages round thy door? Has the sun, which e'er seemed smiling In thy youth, its brightness shorn? Is the noonday's shining dimmer Than the radiance of thy morn? Doth the foe with stealthy footsteps Crowd thee near, and fain would keep Thee from action and from striving, Lull thee into blissful sleep?

Plant thy feet! Gird well thy armor! Grasp thy shield with sturdy hand! Bare thy sword! Behold, thy Captain Urges thee to nobly stand. If he finds that foes assail thee, Bear thee down beyond thy might, He has promised to deliver, Grant thee succor in the fight.

Striving now shall soon be ended, Soon the clouds of sable hue Will not hide the sun's fair shining, And obscure the sky of blue; Yet a little while. Then stand.

Strain thy ears to hear the bugle Sounding forth its last command. Hark! the clarion's note is ringing: “Forward, Christian, to the fray!” “On, my gallants!” says our Captain, “One more effort, and the day Shall be ours; and then comes resting, Resting when the battle's o'er.”

South Bend, Ind.