Remember Me by Eliza H. Morton

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Aug 8, 1907

Remember Me

By Eliza H. Morton

ELIZA H. MORTON

'Tis sweet to be remembered In the month when roses bloom, When birds in the trees are singing, And the air rich with perfume.

'Tis sweet to be remembered In the days of winter drear, When life has been shorn of brightness, And the heart is filled with fear.

'Tis sweet to be remembered When the soul is sorely tried, And all seems but gall and wormwood While the grave stands open wide.

'Tis sweet to be remembered, And it costs but little here To give to the heart aweary A kindness that's sincere.

'Tis sweet to be remembered By the friends who kneel in prayer, For God by his Holy Spirit Makes a link connecting there.

'Tis sweet to be remembered, And the words an echo seem: “Remember me,” O Saviour, When thy kingdom is supreme.

North Deering, Maine.