CHANGE | AdventAI

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 23, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 28.

CHANGE.

It was long ago, in violet time, That an angel brought from the heavenly clime A blossom fair, oh, very fair! And life in the lowly home grew light, In the sunny smiles of a baby bright; While a mother's song rang joyfully, "My babe, thou art all the world to me."

Now the swift days sped, and the baby fair Was a maiden grown, with beauty rare; Whose service sweet, in love complete, Made beauteous summer through all the years, Till her young life turned in smiles and tears, To a heart that whispered tenderly, "My love, thou art all the world to me."

The bountiful seasons came and went; Life's summer with autumn was softly blent; While wealth to give and grace to live, With treasures of friendship from Heaven came down; But of all dear things, the comfort and crown, Was the voice that sang full lovingly, "My mother, thou'rt all the world to me."

Still silently on, the sad years steal; Life's winter and losses their flight reveal; And one sits low—with hair of snow— Soft eyes that still plead and lips that pray, And hands folded gently from work away. But the smile in her eyes says trustingly, "Heaven is more than the world to me!" —Advance.