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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Sep 17, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 45.

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PATMOS.

By F. B. Clark

ROCK-RIBBED Patmos, with cheerless shore, Wave-swept by wild Ægean Sea, St. John doth walk thy shores no more; Yet lessons learn I now from thee.
Exiled for his Master's sake— Sent thither where he would not go, New light upon his soul did break, The mysteries of God to know.
Ah! Patmos, do ye only lie Where John was sent in ages past? Can there not be a leaden sky In any spot where life is cast?
Are we not sent from pleasure's side To isles of grief, where God doth say, "Ye must within this home abide Till ye have learned to know my way"?
Just for God's glory we must live— John was banished because of him; And all the praise to God we give That lamps are filled and burn not dim.
It is of Christ we testify When life grows rich on barren soil; We then confess that he is nigh To beautify and bless our toil. —F. B. Clark.