THE GRAVE by Eliza H. Morton

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 29, 1879

THE GRAVE.

By Eliza H. Morton

A narrow house! a lonely bed! A tomb of granite cold! A land of darkness and of shade! A church-yard gray and old!

A marble slab! a vase of flowers All sprinkled o'er with tears! And there is laid the hope of earth, The toil of many years.

Oh! can it be that all for naught Has wrought the busy brain? Oh! can it be that patient thought Has thus been all in vain?

Ye bags of gold! ye shining ore! What profit ye to man? Ye cannot purchase back the life, Or lengthen out the span.

'Tis Christ alone that holds the key To yonder grassy grave, And he alone has power on earth To ransom and to save.

The life that's “hid with Christ in God” Will spring to life anew; To those who walk with him above, A just reward is due.

And when the “earth gives up its dead,” The books above will show The lives of those whose deeds of love Were white as driven snow.

ELIZA H. MORTON.

Allen's Corner, Me.