THE TRUTH by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · May 24, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 21.

THE TRUTH.

By Eliza H. Morton

BY ELIZA H. MORTON.

We hold to-day some glittering toy For which we've toiled, And see it tarnish in our hands, Its beauty spoiled. We blow bright bubbles in the air To disappear; The things we prize may be all gone Another year. We gather gold like shining shells— And what avail? The thieves may snatch the treasure bright, The banks may fail. We clasp in close and fond embrace The true and brave, And lavish love on forms that drop Into the grave. Earth-lights are but as tapers dim That gleam to fade, A time will come when friendly hands Can give no aid. O life so transitory, short, So fleeting, vain, We seek to know the mystery Beyond thy pain. And we may know, for 'tis revealed, A purpose grand,— Salvation for the souls that will In all the land. Despite the dreamer and his dream, Some hearts are stirred, And find the truth for which they yearn In God's own Word.