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WHY THUS LONGING?

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 20, 1877

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 50, No. 13.

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WHY THUS LONGING?

By Harriet Winslow Sewell

Why thus longing, thus forever sighing For the far-off, unattained, and dim, While the beautiful, all around thee lying, Offers up its low, perpetual hymn?
Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching All thy restless yearnings it would still, Leaf and flower and laden bee are teaching Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill.
Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee Thou no ray of light and joy canst throw, If no silken chord of love hath bound thee To some little world, through weal or woe;
If no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten, No fond voices answer to thine own, If no brother's sorrow thou canst lighten By daily sympathy and gentle tone.
Not by deeds that gain the world's applause, Not by works that win the world renown, Not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses, Canst thou win and wear the immortal crown.
Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely, Every day a rich reward will give; Thou wilt find by hearty striving only, And truly loving, thou canst truly live.
Dost thou revel in the rosy morning When all nature hails the lord of light, And his smile, nor low nor lofty scorning, Gladdens hall and hovel, vale and height?
Other hands may grasp the field and forest, Proud proprietors in pomp may shine; But with fervent love if thou adorest, Thou art wealthier,—all the world is thine.
Yet if through earth's wide domains thou rovest, Sighing that they are not thine alone, Not those fair fields, but thyself, thou lovest, And their beauty and thy wealth are gone.
—Harriet Winslow Sewell.