Disenchanted by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Dec 9, 1908

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 35, No. 19.

Disenchanted.

By Eliza H. Morton

ONE stood upon a mountain-top, The clouds below With colors, crimson, blue, and gold Were all aglow. He downward trod to bask within That glory bright, And found but chilly mists and fog And darksome night.

One sought a garden filled with flowers Of every hue,— Peonies, buttercups, and pinks And pansies blue. He plucked a rose and held it fast, For it was rare, But, ah, alas, he looked, and lo, A worm was there.

One found a friend and oft he walked Close by his side; The testing time revealed a fault That like a tide Swept all his love away, and left A desert wild. Look thou, O soul, within thy heart What there, O child?

ELIZA H. MORTON.