UNCERTAINTY

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Nov 7, 1892

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 1.

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UNCERTAINTY.

THE sky is clouded, the rocks are bare! The spray of the tempest is white in air; The winds are out with the waves at play, And I shall not tempt the sea to-day.
The trail is narrow, the wood is dim, The panther clings to the arching limb; And the lion's whelps are abroad at play, And I shall not join the chase to-day.
But the ship sailed safely over the sea, And the hunters came from the chase in glee, And the town that was builded upon a rock, Was swallowed up in the earthquake shock. —Bret Harte.