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DROPPED STITCHES

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, Cal. · Jul 18, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 29.

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DROPPED STITCHES.

I dropped a stitch in my knitting As I sat at work one day, And it seemed such a little matter I sang as I worked away. But, lo, when my work was finished, I saw with infinite pain The stitch I had missed in the morning Had rendered it all in vain! That all of my perfect stitches Were useless because of one; That one little flaw had cost me The loss of my heart’s “well done!”
Just so it is in our lives, dear; But the stitches dropped, ah me! Are part of the soul’s own garment We weave for eternity. The stitch of unbridled passions, Of an evil, bitter thought, The stitch of neglected duties, Are into the pattern wrought! The stitch of the first cigar, lad, The stitch of your first strong drink, And the work of your life is ruined— Does it pay, dear, do you think?
Alas, for the stitch unheeded! Ah me, for the mischief done! For the glad hopes of the morning, For heartache at set of sun! —Selected.