p. 8 | WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 26, 1911

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

By Worthie Harris Holden

’Twas deemed a worthless gift when cast adrift at sea; More precious ’twas than gold on its return to me.

The bounteous table spread, and sparkling fountain pure, Afar I prize when thirst and hunger I endure.

The mingled color scenes of mountain, sky, and sea,— As vision fails, are graciously endeared to memory.

Each day’s a jewel rare when life is ebbing fast; The ticking of Time’s clock is read aright at last.

Enriched are we through loss and joy o’er precious gifts restored; ’Tis gain to treasure wealth we ne’er before would hoard.

And since the Christ could die for mortals such as we, To solve life’s meaning bear his cross to Calvary,

Witness his agony,—our griefs, our sins, our loss,— Learn there redemption’s song translated by his cross,

Portland, Ore.