ENDURE

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 9, 1879

I went for consolation to the sea, Hoping its song my grief might cure; But all the waves there said to me Was only this one word, “Endure.”

Then to the woods in haste I went— Pain from my heart they oft would lure; The trees were by a tempest bent, They bowed to me and said, “Endure.”

Up to the mountains did I go— Within their heights sublime and pure, Surely some spring of hope did flow— Upon their brows was graved, “Endure.”

I flew to books—within their leaves All my dull sorrow would immure— I read, “A coward only grieves At life's allotted ills”—“Endure.”

No consolation there I found—and then That one I took where help was sure; In words of fire—again, again, On every page was writ, “Endure.”

—Selected.