GOD-COMFORTED by Bertha H. Burnham

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jul 10, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 35.

GOD-COMFORTED.

By Bertha H. Burnham

BY BERTHA H. BURNHAM.

On glory's shore, where falls no shade of night, Where sunlight pure and radiant ever falls, Where peace and beauty, life and love and light, Are aye within the shining crystal walls,

On that blest shore, if some are missing there, And we, within, miss those we erst did see, Can we be happy? can we ever bear The separation through eternity?

Yet "God shall wipe away our falling tears." My foolish heart has doubted—nay, not there Can we be joyful through unchanging years, While we remember they are not with us.

How can it be? As in heart-broken cries A little child weeps for a toy denied, Until at last she stops in mild surprise And asks, "Mamma, why was it that I cried?"

So we, in that fair glory land above, Our sorrows shall forget—forget our lost, Because our Father wills it so in love, And would not have his children sorrow tossed.

We shall forget; in mercy he must slay, Not, not in wrath. And so, that we may be Not broken hearted through that endless day, He'll give forgetfulness to you and me.

Yet but in part; we'll meet and talk somewhere Of all the joys we've known in other days; We'll drink the sweetness from the balmy air, And to our Father give unending praise.

And they, our loved?—as if they ne'er had been, Though sinning willful,—Love's great law above Proclaims the past, with all its weight of sin, Forever blotted out—for He is Love. Lynn, Mass.