p. 8 | To a Wife by Strickland W. Gillilan

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 29, 1911

To a Wife

By Strickland W. Gillilan

WE have had our little sorrows, We have known our little pain; We have had our dark to-morrows, Had our sunshine after rain;

But the worst of all our losses, Loyal comrade of my heart, We have found the little crosses That we tried to bear apart!

Care we jointly bore proved blessing, Care each bore alone proved blight; Till, with humbly frank confessing, Each returned to each for light;

Till we learned the law unfailing That controls our happiness; Prayers and tears are unavailing, Prayed or shed in selfishness.

Then, though bleak or blithe the weather, Be the landscape gray or green, Let us cling so close together Not a care can creep between.

— Strickland W. Gillilan.