THE HEALER by Mabel Earle

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 30, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 13.

THE HEALER.

By Mabel Earle

[Mabel Earle, in Sunday School Times.]

THERE was a scar on yonder mountain side, Gashed out where once the cruel storm had trod; A barren, desolate chasm, reaching wide Across the soft green sod.

But years crept by beneath the purple pines, And veiled the scar with grass and moss once more; And left it fairer now with flowers and vines Than it had been before.

There was a wound once in a gentle heart, Whence all life's sweetness seemed to ebb and die; And love's confiding changed to bitter smart, While slow, sad years went by.

Yet as they passed, unseen an angel stole, And laid a balm of healing on the pain, Till love grew purer in the heart made whole, And peace came back again.

"O wondrous balm of time on pain and tears!" One saith, "O healing touch on soul and sod!" Yea; but the hands that wrought within the years— They are the hands of God.