p. 9 | SOMETIME by Lillian Gray

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Dec 16, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 49.

SOMETIME.

By Lillian Gray

SOMETIME, we shall know why Our sunniest mornings change to noons of rain; And why our steps are shadowed so by pain; And why we often lie On couches sown with thorns of care and doubt; And why our lives are thickly hedged about With bars that put our loftiest plans to rout.

Sometime, we shall know why Our dearest hopes are swept so swift away, And why our brightest flowers first decay; Why song is lost in sigh; Why clasping fingers slip so soon apart— Estrangement, space, and death rend heart from heart, Until from deepest depths the tear-drops start.

Sometime, we all shall know Each other, aye, as we ourselves are known; And see how out of darkness light has grown. And He—who loves us so Despite our wilfulness and blind complaint— Will show us how his kind and calm restraint Can mold a human soul into a saint.

Sometime, our eyes shall see The silver lining to the darkest cloud, While silvery echoes follow thunders loud. Sometime, our hearts shall be Content, forgetting all our restless mood, And knowing everything has worked for good— The how, and when, and why, be understood. —Lillian Gray.