After All by R. A. Gilstrap

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 24, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 42.

After All

By R. A. Gilstrap

We build our nets of mighty steel, Our lofty towers of brick and stone; The farthest oceans know our keel; Our thoughts are flashed from zone to zone. But who can spin the spider's net In true design 'twixt petals light? And who has ever gathered yet The brilliance of a bubble bright?

Our engines run on tracks of steel; Our guns may strew destruction forth; And who can read, and can not feel The life-throbs of the South and North? But never stream has upward run, And never crocus bloomed in June; Or 'neath a chill December sun Has robin sung his vernal tune.

We sail the air on silken wing, Explore the deep in submarine, To time and space defiance fling In carriage sped by gasoline. But spring and summer still hold sway; No rain will come because we call; The hurricane no man can stay; And winter ever follows fall.

O man! They say thy power is great; Thy knowledge broadens day by day; But ever know that, soon or late, Thy fretting soul shall pass away. But oceans still shall ebb and flow, And light and darkness still are sure; Tho nations come and nations go, 'Tis God forever shall endure.