p. 7 | A Song of Cheer by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jul 22, 1908

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 34, No. 30.

A Song of Cheer.

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

I STROLLED one morn up the mountainside, Ere the sun had the valley kissed, And the village spires in the quiet dell Gleamed white in a veil of mist.

But the winding stream with its grassy banks, And the vine-clad cots as well, Were hid from sight 'neath the veil of white Which covered the verdant dell.

But while I gazed, the fiery steeds Of the crimson god of day Their race began; and the mighty sun Quick scattered the mists away.

E'en thus, I said, is the path of life; Tho the flowers are hid from sight, And the mist comes down o'er our sorrowing hearts, And we grope in the shades of night,

Still let us smile for our brother's sake; 'Twill lighten his heavy load; Let us laugh and sing till the heavens ring As we journey along the road.

Look up, and hope! for the sun will shine, And the mists be rolled away, And the shadows black in the onward track Give place to eternal day.