Such a Little Way to Go

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 1, 1906

Such a Little Way to Go

THERE are such dear, familiar feet that go Along the path with ours—feet fast or slow And trying to keep pace; if they mistake, Or tread upon some flower that we would take Upon our breast, or bruise some reed, Or crush poor hope until it bleed, We must be mute, Not turning quickly to impute Grave fault; for they and we Have such a little while along the way— We will be patient while we may.

So many little faults we find! We see them, for not blind Is love. We see them, but if you and I Perhaps remember them, some by and by, They will not be Faults then—grave faults—to you and me, But just odd ways—mistakes, or even less— Remembrances to bless.

Days change so many things—yes, hours; We see so differently in sun and showers. Mistaken words to-night May be so cherished by to-morrow’s light. We must be patient; for we know There’s such a little way to go. —Selected.