The Home Circle by Lottie Leigh

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, Cal. · May 21, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 20.

The Home Circle.

By Lottie Leigh

ONLY A SONG.

ONLY an old, old-fashioned hymn, Sung in the twilight gray and dim, By mother's side, or on father's knee, Yet time cannot blot it from memory.

Only a song from the lips of one Whose mission is past, whose brief life is done; A simple song, and yet, after all, I can never sing it but tears will fall.

Only a song from a feeble pen, And a faltering hand and heart—but then Who knows? perhaps some life, once sad In sin, was made to rejoice and be glad.

Brief as a song is this life of ours, Fleeting as sunshine, and frail as the flowers; Then sing, my heart! O sing and be strong! Thou shalt one day join in the "New, New Song." —Lottie Leigh.