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LIFE'S EVENTIDE

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 21, 1901

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 78, No. 21.

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LIFE'S EVENTIDE

By Mary D. Brine

Dear old grandmother, sitting alone, In the gathering gloom of the dying day, Lays down her Bible, the while her thoughts Go roving over the past away. Oh, back they fly to the olden time, When the morning of life was bright and fair, And the gay young heart for the present lived, Nor gave to the future a thought of care.
“’Twas a merry morning that dawned for me, And God was good, and my life was glad,” Dear grandmother thinks; “and ’twas all for the best When shadows at moontide made me sad.”
Then quickly creep to the aged eyes The tears that are born of memories drear, As grandmother thinks of the missing ones, Now lying asleep in the churchyard near.
There have been long hours of grief and pain, But others have followed with sunshine filled; And many a murmur of discontent The remembrance of blessings has quickly stilled.
“Ah, yes,” thinks grandmother, “life itself Is an April day of changeable skies; One moment we laugh with the sunbeams gay, The next there are tears in our weary eyes.
“But the gracious Lord, with His tender love, Has brought me safe to the eventide; And I fear not night with its chill and gloom, For I know He is standing my life beside, Standing with arms outstretched and true, While I wait His time for the sleep of rest; And presently, when the day is o’er, I shall lie forever on Jesus’ breast.” —Mary D. Brine.