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EDITH PRATHER-THOMPSON

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 14, 1907

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 84, No. 11.

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EDITH PRATHER-THOMPSON

By Edith Prather-Thompson

Thoughts

EDITH PRATHER-THOMPSON

SILENTLY, calmly, the eve draws on— The close of a sweet, glad day, When life has been a victory won O’er all earth’s evil way.
What matter if we give up life; That is, its hopes of fame, Its glory, fortune, care and strife, For a fairer, heavenly name?
This world is that which sweeps away Our faith with mighty wave, And urges on to toil in vain For what we can not save.
So, Lord, when I give this for thee— And all, it seems to me I’m giving just a weight of sin, Exchanged for life in thee.
And now, dear heart, when shadows make The clouds hang heavy o’er, Remember, morning soon will break For us on heaven’s shore.