THE ROUND OF LIFE

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, Cal. · Jun 14, 1883

THE ROUND OF LIFE.

Two children down by the shining strand, With eyes as blue as the summer sea, While the sinking sun fills all the land With the glow of a golden mystery; Laughing aloud at the sea-mew's cry, Gazing with joy on its snowy breast, Till the first star looks from the evening sky, And the amber bars stretch over the West.

A soft green dell by the breezy shore, A sailor lad and a maiden fair; Hand clasped in hand, while the tale of yore Is borne again on the listening air, For love is young though love be old, And love alone the heart can fill; And the dear old tale that has been told In the days gone by is spoken still.

A trim built home on the sheltered bay; A wife looking out on a glistening sea; A prayer for the loved one far away, And prattling ones 'neath the old roof-tree; A lifted latch and a radiant face By the open door in the falling night; A welcome home and a warm embrace From the love of his youth and his children bright.

An aged man in an old arm-chair; A golden light from the western sky, His wife by his side, with her silvered hair, And the open Book of God close by; Sweet on the bay the gloaming falls, And bright is the glow of the evening star; But dearer to them are the jasper walls And the golden streets of the land afar.

An old churchyard on a green hillside, Two lying still in their peaceful rest; The fishermen's boats going out with the tide In the fiery glow of the amber West Children's laughter and old men's sighs, The night that follows the morning clear, A rainbow bridging our darkened skies, Are the round of lives from year to year!

—Chambers' Journal.