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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 7, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 39.

FAITH.

I CAN not tell how the lilies From their beds creep up so far; I can only pluck them gently, And think how fair they are. I do not know how the planets Swing out into space so free, But I know that One controls them, And that is enough for me.

I know not whence comes music From the song-bird's swelling throat, But I feel the heavenly sweetness That dwells in every note. I can not read His purpose, Nor solve each mystery, But all that He sends is righteous, And that is solace to me.

I know that the flowers must wither, And the stars be dimmed some day; The song will sink into silence, And all things pass away. But I also know of a Saviour, Whose face I shall sometime see He rules with a love eternal, And that is enough for me. —Anon.