THE SILVER LINING

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 6, 1877

THE SILVER LINING.

There's never a day so sunny But a little cloud appears; There's never a life so happy But has had its time of tears; Yet the sun shines out the brighter When the stormy tempest clears.

There's never a garden growing With roses in every plot; There's never a heart so hardened But it has one tender spot; We have only to prune the border To find the forget-me-not.

There's never a cup so pleasant But has bitter with the sweet; There's never a path so rugged That bears not the print of feet; But we have a Helper promised For the trials we may meet.

There's never a sun that rises But we know 'twill set at night; The tints that gleam in the morning At evening are just as bright; And the hour that is the sweetest Is between the dark and light.

There's never a dream that's happy But the waking makes us sad; There's never a dream of sorrow But the waking makes us glad; We shall look some day with wonder At the troubles we have had.

There's never a way so narrow But the entrance is made straight; There's always a guide to point us To the “little wicket gate;” And the angels will be nearer To a soul that is desolate.

There's never a heart so haughty But will some day bow and kneel; There's never a heart so wounded That the Saviour cannot heal; There is many a lowly forehead That is bearing the hidden seal.

There's never a day so sunny But a little cloud appears; There's never a life so happy But has had its time of tears; Yet the sun shines out the brighter When the stormy tempest clears.

—Sel.