Bread

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 21, 1903

BEAUTIFUL loaves of bread, Crusty and golden brown, Whose wholesome fragrance maketh glad The heart of king or clown;

Outside, the hue of the wheat, As it bent in the sun of June, Or lay in heaps of yellow bronze, In the light of the harvest moon;

And inside, sweet as the scent Of tasselling heads of corn, And light as the sprays of valley-mists That float in the wake of the morn.

In homes of wealth and ease, The board is richly spread; But what would the choicest viands be If there was lack of bread?

And in the humble home— The cottage small and grey— The poor man's wife, in cotton frock, Cheerily works away.

Her eyes are clear with health, Her dimpled cheeks are red, She sings a tender, old-time song As she kneads her sweet brown bread.

Homely and wholesome bread— This is our need each day, From the millionaire in his mansion grand To the beggar beside the way.

The daily physical want Of nations from pole to pole, A humble type of the heavenly Bread, That feedeth the hungry soul.

And do we comprehend When our daily prayer is said, How great the gift we ask of God, When we ask for our daily bread?

— Good Housekeeping.