The Welcome

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 4, 1909

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 36, No. 30.

I LANDED on this rock, the Earth, There met me by the gates of birth A loving woman, great and fair, With gentle eyes and silken hair That seemed, with all its loosened strands, As plaything for my baby hands.

Here for the hungered guest was food, Divinely mingled, fit and good; And when the wearied bairnie wept, Her arms wound round him and he slept.

Great God, with such a welcome here, I'll venture forth to any sphere; Lord of the mother, I will tread All Thine abysses without dread.

— Outlook.