THE SONG OF YOUR LIFE

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Sep 19, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 38.

THE SONG OF YOUR LIFE.

Don't let the song go out of your life; Tho it chance sometimes to flow In a minor strain, it will blend again With the major tone, you know.

What tho shadows rise to obscure life's skies And hide for a time the sun; They sooner will lift, and reveal the rift, If you let the melody run.

Don't let the song go out of your life; Tho your voice may lose its trill, Tho the tremulous note should die in the throat, Let it sing in your spirit still.

There is never a pain that hides not some gain, And never a cup of rue So bitter to sup but what in the cup Lurks a measure of sweetness too.

Don't let the song go out of your life; Ah! it never would need to go, If, with thought more true, and a broader view, We looked at this life below.

O, why should we moan that life's spring time has flown, Or sigh for the fair summer time? The autumn hath days filled with pæans of praise, And the winter hath bells that chime.

Then do not despond, and say that the fond, Sweet songs of your life have flown, For if ever you knew a song that was true, Its music is still your own. —Selected.