Quodlibet by Mary Chesley

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 22, 1909

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 36, No. 37.

Quodlibet

By Mary Chesley

THERE is a Brook of purling rills, that chatters as it flows, ’Mid pasture fields where skies are fair, With waters tumbling far and near, Like chiming bells so silvery clear. This Brook is Joy.

There is a River, strong and deep, which surges on with angry roar; The fields around are vast and drear, The swimmer strives in mortal fear, And sees the shore but can not near. This Stream is Grief.

There is a Lake, where sunbeams dance and light a shimmering way; There all is calm, with waters clear— The waters of this inland mere, Which mirror back God’s upper air. This Lake is Peace.

There is a Sea where men may sail, and never strand their bark; Where white-capped waves run free and fair, And ripples play and frolic there, ’Mid sunbeams shot through purest air. This Sea is Love.

And Brook, and River, Lake, and Sea, Flow on in finest melody; The major and the minor key Make cadence through eternity— Forever. —Mary Chesley, in “Argosy.”