Our Record | AdventAI

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Aug 8, 1878

Our Record.

We built us grand, gorgeous towers Out toward the western sea, And said in a dream of the summer hours, Thus fair should our record be.

We would strike the bravest chords That ever rebuked the wrong ; And through them should tremble all loving words That would make the weary strong.

There entered not into our thought The dangers the way led through, We saw but the gifts of the good we sought, And the good we would strive to do.

Like one who with reverence cleaves The moss from a head-stone gray, We lift a mantle of fallen leaves, And gaze on the past to-day.

The words that we would have said, And the deeds we would fain have done, Are changed like the face of a friend long dead, In the light of the noonday sun.

Here trace we a hurried line, There blush for a blotted leaf ; And tears, vain tears, on the eyelids shine, That the record is so brief.