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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 14, 1879

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 54, No. 8.

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MISTS

By Eliza H. Morton

In the morning shadowy mists encircle the horizon; at noon white vapor veils the sun; and at evening gray fog settles over the world.
Oh, the mists of earth! how they hide the far-off hills! how they shut out the light of heaven! how they cover the beauty of the vales! how they chill these mortal frames!
“Be still and wait; the mists will rise ere long.” High above the clouds the great sun rolls on his course, and soon a dash of golden light will sprinkle the earth with brightness. The rising mists will return in cool, refreshing showers, causing the face of nature to smile, and all created beings to rejoice.
Take the lesson home, O sad repiner. Life is full of mists, and earth is “cloud-land.” The shadowy hand of poverty may be stretched over you; trials like banks of fog may rise before you; the fever vapor may enter your dwelling; and the still darker cloud of death may chill the hearts of loved ones: but remember that, though your path be darkened, the “Sun of Righteousness” is not blotted from the firmament. Far above, clear in its holy light, beams a “sunshine such as earth hath never known.” Your heart may yet grow warm beneath its influence, and your lips may yet sing songs of joy. The “tossing weariness,” the throbbing pain, the “fevers and frosts” of time are fitting you for a higher life. “Be still and wait; the mists will rise ere long.”
The heights of the eternal hills sparkle in celestial sunlight. Those golden beams will soon lighten the world, and your heart, purified by the damps of affliction, will find refuge “where no cloud mocks the trustful gaze, and no illusion cheats the groping hand.”
O ye tried and tempted ones, look up! look for the rising of the mists! look for the shining of the sun! look for the dawning of the day! “Sit ye down, ’mid the ruins of the human heart, and sing the song of hope, the song of the rebuilding and the joy.”
ELIZA H. MORTON.
Allen’s Corner, Me.