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THREE ANGELS

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 11, 1900

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 77, No. 50.

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THREE ANGELS

By F. S.

They say this life is barren, drear, and cold; Ever the same sad song was sung of old; Ever the same long, weary tale is told; And to our lips is held the cup of strife; And yet — a little love can sweeten life.
They say our hands may grasp but joys destroyed; Youth has but dreams, and age an aching void, Whose Dead Sea fruit, long, long ago has cloyed, Whose night with wild, tempestuous storm is rife; And yet — a little hope can brighten life.
They say we fling ourselves in wild despair Amid the broken treasures scattered there, Where all is wrecked, where all once promised fair, And stab ourselves with sorrow's two-edged knife; And yet — a little patience strengthens life.
Is it, then, true, this tale of bitter grief, Of mortal anguish finding no relief? Lo! midst the winter shines the laurel's leaf; Three angels share the lot of human strife, Three angels glorify the path of life.
Love, Hope, and Patience cheer us on our way; Love, Hope, and Patience form our spirit's stay; Love, Hope, and Patience watch us day by day, And bid the desert bloom with beauty vernal Until the earth fades into the eternal.
—F. S., in Temple Bar.