DAYS by Eliza H. Morton

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 2, 1877

DAYS

By Eliza H. Morton

HUMAN life has been compared to a day, childhood being the morning, manhood the noon, and old age the evening. The comparison is beautiful, and well calculated to cheer our hearts; for as we retire at night and sleep sweetly until the dawn of another day, so, when our life-work is ended, we shall rest in the grave until the morning of the resurrection.

Each day we are building characters for eternity, and no eye but that of the Infinite can see the result of our labor. We may mingle with the world, and perform the duties of every-day life, and still be doing a work the greatness of which the sunlight of eternity alone can reveal.

One writer says, “Gorgeous and rich are the shrines in many lands; but what temple was ever builded as some days are built? Marvelous fancies; deeds in whose doing the heart grows strong; thoughts too mighty for words; feelings that are deeper than the utmost depths of thought,—these are the materials of which days are built, and no Vatican or cathedral walls ever blazed with such glory as is often painted on single days.”

As each day sinks in the golden sunset, its work is recorded above, and that day never returns to man. Although our “days on earth are as a shadow,” yet we have the assurance that “the Lord knoweth the days of the upright, and their inheritance shall be forever.” Death may subdue us; but “after many days we shall be visited,” and in mansions of beauty we shall discover that time has merged into one eternal day.

ELIZA H. MORTON.

Allen's Corner, Me.