p. 10 | DRIFT-WOOD by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jul 4, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 27.

DRIFT-WOOD.

By Eliza H. Morton

BY ELIZA H. MORTON.

I sit by my hearth in the firelight With my books and my thoughts alone, I long for the voices now silent, For the sound of their tender tone.

The flames are consuming the drift-wood, But the warmth and the ruddy glow Are symbols of all that are blessed When life had its overflow.

I think of the loved who are sleeping Where no turmoil disturbs their rest; My heart gives a throb in its anguish Like a bird that has lost its nest.

I think of the friends who are wandering In the paths of the far away, And memory is fitful and restless Like shadows at close of day.

O life, with thy burden of driftwood, With thy flame in its 'wildering glare! Consume with the fires of God's kindling All the doubt and the dread despair!

North Deering, Me.