p. 300 | The Home Circle by Mrs. Helen E. Brown

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 20, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 19.

The Home Circle.

By Mrs. Helen E. Brown

FROM DAY TO DAY.

My days are stairs that lead to life's great end, And one by one I steadily ascend, Climbing with purpose true the upward road That brings me to the city of my God.

Sometimes the step is bright with the full sun, That shines in cloudless radiance thereon; Sometimes a shadow falls upon the way; But, dark or light, I need not go astray.

Sometimes it is a slippery step I tread, And fierce temptations make my soul afraid; But, held in Christ's dear hands, so tender, strong, The next I mount with courage and a song.

Each step in the long course a history has; I make a mark as one by one I pass; A gladsome record here, a tear spot there, A rescued soul, a struggle or a prayer.

And on life's mystic ladder to the skies Bright angels come and go to Paradise; And work grows dearer as the end draws near, Until I reach at last the golden stair,

And enter through the open pearly gate, Where shining angels watch for me and wait; There at his feet I'll cast my trophies down, And shout the victory which his love has won. —Mrs. Helen E. Brown.