AFTER MANY DAYS by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · May 25, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 21.

AFTER MANY DAYS.

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

BY MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE.

“See, Master, see! we have toiled all night 'Mong the shadows dark and grim; Tho the pale moon hid her face from sight, And the stars were shining dim.”

“We have toiled all night, till the morn's grey light Shines faint in the eastern sky, And still, my Lord, at Thy gracious word, We will lower the net and try.”

They cast the net on the ship's right side, As the Master bade them do; And tho the net was strong and wide, The fish came bursting through.

E'en thus it is on the sea of life; We strive, and we strive again; But we see no gain for our toil and pain As we fish for the souls of men.

And our hearts grow sick, and our spirits faint, And our souls in anguish cry, And we speed to the heavens our sad complaint: “Must the toil of a lifetime die?”

Ah, fisherman lone, on the sea of life, When the spirit is sick with pain, Smile on, in spite of the toil and strife; For thou shalt not fish in vain.