The Call to Duty

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 31, 1910

TIRED! Well, what of that? Didst fancy life was spent on beds of ease, Fluttering the rose leaves scattered by the breeze? Come! rouse thee, work while it is called to-day! Coward, arise — go forth upon the way!

Lonely! And what of that? Some must be lonely; ’tis not given to all To feel a heart responsive rise and fall — To blend another life into its own; Work may be done in loneliness; work on!

Dark! Well, and what of that? Didst fondly dream the sun would never set? Dost fear to lose thy way? Take courage yet; Learn thou to walk by faith and not by sight; Thy steps will guided be, and guided right.

Hard! Well, and what of that? Didst fancy life one summer holiday With lessons none to learn and naught but play? Go, get thee to thy task; conquer or die! It must be learned — learn it then patiently.

No help! Nay; ’tis not so. Though human help be far, God is nigh, Who feeds the ravens, hears his children cry. He’s near thee whereso’er thy footsteps roam, And he will guide thee, light thee, help thee home.

— British Weekly.